A Dancing Puppet!
Why to keep on smiling,
When my plate is full of pains.
All my hard work went into drain.
Danced to the tune of others to make them happy.
Danced like a monkey, with each beat of their drums.
They made me jump, made me ran to and fro.
As long as they wished.
But with each beats my heart played a painful beats.
Inspite of all this their heart didn't pity me.
It seemed that they were taking revenge on me,
In one or the other way.
Their dirty games didn't stop.
Which kept on playing to their heart content.
At last I cried out so loudly like thunder.
My words blow them out leaving me depressed forever.
Still they are the winners.
Now they can move me for shock treatment.
They are heading their way towards crushing me forever.
And fulfill their dreadful means,
For which they felt I am the hurdle.
My straight forwardness paid me very well.
If I was the hurdle I would have,
Played dirty politics like them.
Instead I would made them dance like puppet.
A person should never be straight forward.
Is the lesson I learnt!
Which made me a dancing puppet......
At the hands of mean and Selfish people.
If I knew how to
Play the game like them tactfully,
Today, I would have been the Winner!
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
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