You offered me an illusion,
But I know not your intention,
With your glittering reflections,
You cheated my passions.
Intoxicated by your beauty and wine,
But blood within was mine,
On your words I won’t sign,
I don’t want to resign.
You have done me no favor,
You are born rebel and robber,
You are a janus faced neighbor,
I don’t want to taste your flavor.
Deadly blizzard and gushes of storm,
I crashed on you but you care no norm,
Lost in your false world and won’t conform,
And lost and die forlorn.
Now you feign to offer me a share,
Behaving as you care but rare,
That now you came here,
It is deceptive glitter and flutter.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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