O Spare me from Treason of Fate

A chameleon art thou, conceal that can And camouflage, to be called no less fake, That scarce can save self from a creeping snake… So O Fate hast thou dealt with mortal man. Why stutter with a mask that looks jaded, Gossamer veils that little can conceal, Much less thy guilt, carefully built façade, Beware, ye end up much more to reveal. Wish, man had not bitten that baited fruit Of lure ye planted in Eden Garden, Wish he’d stayed same good old innocent brute In utter bliss…. But for his temptation… Ye might have had an uncanny reason To mislead men, yet, what’s it but treason? ______________________________________ Sonnet | 03.12.2007 | heaven, treason Poet’s note: This piece wonders on the ways of Fate, on Temptation, forbidden fruit, and Maya's play. Fate, it seems, likes to watch on till we commit crime, and once the ill deed is done, catch us late, late on Judgement Day!