The most important thing,
that I worked callow,
like wearing cardigan,
with so many disallow
I trust people very easy,
Showing me their busy,
They considered as their capitalism,
How is this cynicism
My life became like delirium,
Just going on as maverick,
I felt middling sometimes,
Somehow it was misunderstood every time
Life's mundane going on,
For the race which I never won,
When my secrets were niche,
Every time they cross their pitch
I want to punctuate,
When promise they make,
My blood fluctuate
They are using trust in a qurky way,
To punish this worst people
Is there any subway
They tried to deceive me,
Again and again tried to dodge me,
They think I can embroil with them,
But i am trying to elude from them
Slowly slowly trust became my flaw,
Why there is no such law,
That anyone who breaks trust,
Should and must get arrest
These people became a hitch,
Whom to hurtle whenever they crosspitch
Somehow i am controlling infuriating,
On seeing such people my mind causes speculation,
To avoid this diversion,
My mind need meditation
I am always lull,
What these people felt me,
Still my anger full
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