My hands that mapped
Whose face was wrapped
Who wandered in search of
Knocking down a crack.
No one dares maybe
As he hears no plea
Threatens all he sees
Unaffected hardly by
Any passing decrees.
His most deserving deeds
Ever changing creeds
His moods his shows
With uncaring attitude
He comes, and then goes.
Inner tears do follow
He pities self or others
Doubts exist to swallow
Unrestricted somehow
His ways are allowed.
Every thing he does
Cannot be displayed
For what comes out
Seems as if pre-played
Left as laughing stock.
Dark thoughts do scare
Falsity felt in his prayer
Made up lies boldly sold
I've bought all from him
Kept in store as if some gold.
Always to remember,
I thought for once
Was it love sans glance
Oops, falsely, wrongly for
The stranger..
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