Garden Of Hypocrisy Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

GARDEN OF HYPOCRISY
We all are cultivating colorful garden of hypocrisy.
That bears tasty fruits with flavour of sycophancy.
Processed in industry, to produce masks of false identity.
Masks, programmed to talk, always in favour of morality.
But inspires us to do anything for our benefits, in reality.

Indeed, it is naked truth that we still hesitate to accept.
We do all love illicit selfish bird, never intend to reject.
Horrible attitude, disguised behind beauty that we claimed
Sweet- taste of forbidden fruits, cause of grief, we blamed

Behind achievements of someone, you really adore.
There is mistery of story, still left untold and so bore.
False appraisal, dissimulation as a part of his nature.
When lava boils beyond its limit, explodes for departure.