Smell Of Conspiracy Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

I won't go with this lady alone,
I will take another unknown girl
because this may be a conspiracy
and my friend will safeguard me from cold like a woolen shwal.

I don't know the color of conspiracy-
the latter has a property of camouflage!
I only know its foul smell,
that can put a flying bird inside a cage!

I am always a flying bird-
I will never be in your trap- it's my last word.

You lady, I have no faith in you,
cunning vixens are not few,
to an innocent deer this experience is not new...