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Sham

Trust only your gut.
Since, most of the  supportive pillars are nothing but sham,
guised as lambs wolves and hyenas are flocking all around.
Alas! It takes time to comprehend wise words of the wisest ones born,
 that never turn blind to make sure who is on board your ship,
If the sea of your life is tempestuous 
Shammers are the ones who like rats would be the first one to flee from your sinking ship.
For such masqueraders, your life is nothing better than a chessboard.
 For them you are either a minuscule pawn or in other words the entertaining clown.
In front of you,
Crocodile tears they won't hesitate to shed for your misery and pain, 
But, the irony is the moment your back is turned,
Your pain is the hottest selling  topic for their fun,
They turn judgemental and make sure you taste of what's christened as slander or defame.
And you stay on hot seat of their favorite gully gossip.
All the praise that was once bestowed on you,
was also pretence since that's what you could expect from back biting shams.
But never ever get disheartened with what's cooked and brewed behind your back.
Remember the wise quote of the wisest that people talk behind your back since you are far ahead of them.
Wagging tongues even God couldn't seal, 
Therefore,  ignore everyone who is phoney and let your soul by and by heal.
Don't let maligners have all the fun,
Make them realize that  what they cater others today
They are gonna taste same tomorrow with interest.
As sooner or later they will get to know that
God's stick makes no sound, but no one can escape its blow.








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  1. Poem shows the pain,hurt, sensitivity and anger towards doublefaced people of this world. Better ignore them . Feelings expressed in unique style of yours.

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  2. Bold and beautifully expressed

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  3. ‘People talk behind your back since you are far ahead of them’ loved the phrase and the poem is too beautiful and relatable

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  4. Truly expressed-what a writer!

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