He sits back, Listening to their lies... Watching their wickedness... Sensing their selfishness... With just a smile... They think he admires...! But his smile Is that of a Saint ...!!!
I still struggle To decipher my Own son's gestures.... And, Those strangers On Road expect me To understand that they Are going to turn, Just By turning their Faces....!!!!
They alone can handle My hot and rainy Temperance... They are the God Chosen one for me... And, After tempting me With many immitations, To test my patience And integrity, He gifted me you...!! As a one more Special, rare jewelery, In my chest of friends...
I pen down my Shattered dreams, Unfulfilled wishes, Future fears, In my poetry.. No, you are not A part of it.... You no more Create any impact In my life.... Yes...!!! You are no More a subject For my poetry....