Shakespeare had rightly stated, “There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on its outward parts.” Hypocrisy has almost become the middle name for each mortal homo sapiens. Multiple thoughts race through our minds always and amidst this abstract conundrum, the most important ones are often relegated to the abyss of oblivion. Ubiquitously, each one of us is working
for some vested interest with that unexplained sword of Damocles constantly looming large.
She peeped through the glass door In agony and dismay Her world was tearing apart It was no longer hearsay Glimpses of those moments Flashed before her eyes The happy ones, the memorable ones She stood frozen and scandalized Can we go back in time? Reset and undo One last chance So that it can’t fall through The thumping pain, the quantum leap The unnerving thoughts, the inner conflicts She has to settle them all Not add fuel to her inner skeptic What if she loses him forever? Only time will etch its tale The entire nation prays for a brave soldier As his wife waits in desperation for victory to prevail
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