Life’s not a cinema.
But I swear I see all your double lives in 3D.
Three deeds , one wrong
Suddenly everyone's pointing fingers,
You're the black one amongst these seeds.
If life's not a cinema,
Why do people critique me out of turn?
Knowing no man can claim to be a 10.
Be a good samaritan; one wrong judgement,
You'll end up in a forest, not a den.
Your resilient enemy is a close friend.
All eyes track you; you're a stray hen.
Till you realize not all the smiles are real,
You'll be collected like poultry
Before you connect this poetry.
Persons I've trusted have let me down the most.
God, in my next life, put me down as a poor tree.
If life's a cinema ,
I'll at least be holy wood,
Left alone to stand free.
