Treasure Island

Sunny Mittal


He is a lair


He is a lair, He is a lair,
He is a big lair, He is a big big lair...

pretending to be happy,
like everything is as he desired,
but if you can open him up,
you will see burning inside him despair's pyre,
he is a lair, he is a lair....

always keeps a smile on his face,
but observe for some time and you can trace,
from the clinching of the teeth,
in his soul there is suppressed a ball of fire,
he is a lair, he is a lair....

moving effortlessly through the days,
like he never gets tired,
but if you can read his mind,
all the time he keeps on thinking of time to retire,
he is a lair, he is a lair....

walks there on the way,
looks at the things and shows no interest,
like he needs nothing,
but in his heart he has a thousand desire,
he is a lair, he is a lair....

so don't you believe what you see,
he is not what he seems to be,
he is just pretending to you and me,
everything is fair and nothing he aspires,
he is a lair, he is a lair....

Submitted: Sunday, November 24, 2013
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