I see her often running here and there
She could be seen running before every glitter
And she listens and believes to everyone except me….
Never does she care for any feelings….
Nor does she wait for the truth;
Waiting to engulf the innocent….
Trying to allure to pure,
Always she succeeds,
She changes her mask every instant,
Such that nobody ever saw her real face!
Rarely she makes you laugh
She always goes away from the point of destination,
And has a habit of snatching mine
Betrayal flows in her blood streams….
And she’s proud of it!
And for these qualities we call it ‘LIFE’
Today there may be a treatment of death,
But never will be any remedy of life.
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