I did not care
Till it knocked my door
I realized what is called deception
This must be understood from inception
How does it take place?
You won’t know by looking at face
It may come in form of slow poison
No one can advance the reason
It grows out of jealousy
It blossoms out of philosophy
Out of wickedness and weakness
This is not dealt with fairness
Human nature is such
We propagate and teach
Render advices and preach
But inner conscious never reach to such level
We take help of sweet tongue
Use fine words to create artful rug
Pull it when interest is served
The opponent is really unaware to observe
I have seen it really happen
When blow is delivered sudden
Before I could make some recovery
The act was in force already
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