Tainted Love

And it was night
She twinkled me with surprise,
Words came out to my delight,
From heart of fiend in disguise

For me, she was chaste,
For love, started the trials,
Poison from lips was sweetest of taste,
Clutched my heart in deceitful wiles.

Divine wind of time flew,
Lifting up her wicked veil,
Resenting spite and stew,
My wrath for her now hail.

I plant oleander in garden,
And water it with my tears,
No worth vivid in Pardon,
And so remains with her guilt and fears.

Baleshwar Singh