Ridicule Me Not

 Ridicule me not

Though I am the master of confusion

And Entangle minds in maze

I am a mighty ocean of bliss

 After my Queer puzzles clotted like a web

Are logically disentangled

Riddles - that is my given name  

Master of mysteries

Teacher of logics

With flattery tongue, so smooth

Like wool of cotton

But I am abrasive too

 that is to them who claim wise  

try me with all the adjectives

and find me not lacking

when I get hold one

my throws rests inevitable traps

No mind made of mortality can flee it

for will surely get caged

I am the great hunter known

Tell me who I am,” my simple puzzle

And I will wear you a medal

 Precious than silver

Fresh from a furnace

Only tell who I am.

And you’ll get that imperial treat

You’re not a fool; neither wise
but choose wise

Only come to my garage and service your wits

Ridicule me not

Though master of confusion