You are an actor,
You acted before,
Even now it’s no exception,
Your tears’re nothing but deception.
You cry as if the sky fell down,
On your head, as if you were blown,
But the truth is that,
It’s acting which you’re good at!
I believe you more than anyone else truly,
Yet like a doll you play with my sensitivity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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