Lie
Like a hurricane the time will fly
But a viscous lie will refuse to die
Zeal will disappear, so will the cheer
Sadness will set in without any tear
In long term the graves will be dug
Things will haunt, conscience will bug
Trust will be breached, dignity will be lost
Pain will cripple and energies will exhaust
Heart will be murdered, friendship killed
Mind will question new bonds we build
How much ever the guilty may cry
The poisonous lie will refuse to die
1 comment:
goood... my type of poem tat has the flow n not restricted (Y) sahi hai!
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