A Lie Poem by Akshay Srinivasan

I had not learnt to lie
To the stranger ahead
Or to the love beside
And wished i did not till i die

This pityful stranger
Has no cruel wish against
For what does he get from my lie or two
Meagre loss or profit both of few

But this sinful love i hold
'beware of it '
As i was ever told
Has made me wish... I did
With lies of lust or of the future due
In a swirl I wish i could explain
Neither am i a man of diplomatic thought
Nor do i hold a genius mind sought
This sinful love
Has made me wretch in never felt pain...
Its no agony that it be with me...
What hath i done to deserve ye
Oh pain much worse than to turn grey...
Into these sands..
Into these lies...
Wish i could believe....
But this sinful love has thought me how to lie...