Lonely in a horde
A silent stinging ache
Sour smile in the parched lips
Flaming and weeping heart
Tears fail to dry
Fears make me cry
Meaninglessly hoping
For a miracle
In this meaningless world
But betryal is written
With an invisible ink
Wherever I turn
I see, those biased faces
With disloyal traces
I succumb to those
Innocent smiles
But the monster creeps
Sending tremors
Making me loose faith
In this lovely creation
Of god- life
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