Life's a play scripted before the creation
of you and I, penned down by Ambition,
Edited by Dogmatism and directed by Greed.
Our cues mystify both the cast and the crew-
Some lines we memorise,
Some we extemporise.
Slowly this melodrama is turning into a horror.
We are fracturd by the truth
Though aspirant to slander an sabotage.
The plausible of arguments are rendered abominable,
The cruelty in us is not imperceptible
And the celerity at which we fluctuate
Is faster than the speed of light.
We are assiduous in rendering help and destroy,
Efficacious in landind ourselves facade
Of sensitivity though derisive.
'Rest assured', we say
And conceal instead of revealing,
Divulge instead of discretion.
an insult cannot hurt you unless you deserve it and you hit the head of a snail this time around. this is well constructed and beautiful. well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful work sisi. keep it going