Monday, 14 November 2016

If I were...

Masks of fakeness moving around,
Making endless promises, indeed stout.
Walking along in pleasant time,
Preserving truth under deceptive slime.
Tricking people with friendly smile,
Where ultimate result is guile.
Pretending to be your soulmate,
Presenting false character, truly prate.
Showing happiness on your success,
Jealousy is what they suppress.
Hatred possessed by their hearts,
Attacking ours with venomous darts.
From friendship to treachery now,
Forgetness of previously taken vow.
I wish I were immune,
To such kind of rune.
Immune to events of deceit,
Managing without requiring to bleat.
Always moving ahead, forgetting these,
Following and achieving life's wheeze.



About Abhyanshi Tripathi
Abhyanshi is an avid lover of learning. Being a student, she herself takes up learning from the web. She is particularly interested in creative arts: composing poems, designing dresses, painting, and writing, and is an active participant and winner in competitions at school.

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