The Trusted Distrust Poem by Santosh Misra

THE TRUSTED DISTRUST

Yes, I get amused
If you succumb to my blatant lies.

I cherish the glow
In your attitude, thereafter,
Despite the true betrayals
Beyond my desires.

I wonder a lot
When you disbelieve
That I lie under compulsion
Against the odds of arson,
And quest for immediate
Tranquility.

Despite your ill beliefs
I inherit a stream of sacred bliss
In my bonds with you
I wish I have it till I
Slip into the grave.
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