Some
live in the darkness
Survive
in the hues too mysterious
But
have the tendency to, if they want
Turn
dead nights into sparkles
Some
live in the spotlight
Breathe
in the fragrance of money
Lingering
is the richness in their style
In
their manner, fame and hypocrisy resides
Some
acquire ways out like both
Sincerity
in the light and peace in the shout
Rich
but humble, feeble though stout
These
some are elegant but dangerous of all.
I
am in the physical world with no true face
In
the search of true soul I found a maze
So
decided who treats me good is the best to me
Whether
the darkness, hypocrisy or ruler of both it be.
Copyrights to Mandovi Jadoun.
