Many Are Poem by Binod Bastola

Philanthropist many are here,
Or an act of outcast fear, what they say, what they do or what are the intentions real behind to do? Many cruel faces are here to do charity of true!
What it is? Behind the murk many bleeds the blood of innocents here,
Infront white man!
Part of every crimes they are
And preach of peace upfront!
Tis a World of deceive with decipher, where we all live with many faces: as time comes it reveal the mask of one more from the thought of this masses!