Treasure Island

Sunny Chopra

(30th January / India)

Malevolent Deceit


Playing up as a victim
having caused all pain

Feigning fake innocence
crying foul to complain

All attempts at naivety
are wily sham pretense

A price would be paid
that at your expense

Empathy that you seek
mocking other’s stance

Tables will finally turn
in cyclic circumstance

Nothing is permanent
with time must elapse

Even great and mighty
concede then collapse

All of exhibited vanity
payback with revenge

Notwithstanding logic
old apathy thus avenge

To approve or censure
the future will project

Most of going around
will catch up to connect

Submitted: Sunday, March 23, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 24, 2014

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