He preys
on my curiosity and my fears
He is a deadly
charmer and knows all
He sleeps
in darkness, and is worse than foes.
Oh, “Stubborn
Trouble” is the name he owns.
He plays
with my heart and my head
Pushes me
deep in shadows of a den
Then pretends
to be the truest of my friends
And takes
me by my arm to the weirdest hell.
Stubborn Trouble is cunning and jack of all trades
He swings
you in a twister and is eye of a storm
He grows
with you and abandons you not
He finds
you always, no matter where you go.
I feign sternness
and strength
To rebuff
trouble, who is now a friend,
But he
is in my mind, all the way
And his
affection always grows no matter what I tell.
-Vaisakhi Mishra
