Literary Journal - The Muse - Dominican Academy

to find out who had left that stubborn puzzle, waiting to be
solved.
Cunning
Oyshi Nabi
I see you
You with your clever eyes and your classy smile,
It has not escaped my attention,
Your cunning ways and hidden guile.
I walk past you beyond the alluring sphere
That you encompass
Your supercilious airs,
And the others who have fallen,
Into your cunning trap.
I see you watching me.
This is nothing more than a game,
Of shrewd glances.
A game at which we are experts,
Are we not?
But what does it matter at all?
I won‟t be swayed by you‟
With your wily ways and handsome face,
Yet your pursuit is fruitless,
For I am like the great wind,