One can feel like a mastermind,
Trying every whim with every sullen desire,
Inaugurating chaos and sliding through it like a snake,
Escaping every sight but keeping prying eyes on every person around,
Who believes a lot in make,
Trying to be a leader, showing facundity hiding ruthlessness,
A raising voice howsoever slight can he try to always suppress;
The mischief committed,
The people harmed,
The hearts broken,
The minds disturbed,
In his falsity he never did falter,
Trying to look like a saviour,
He proved to be my and many others’ halter.
“Shed your filthy facade damn it”
Even if I shout, cry n show angst,
He will say that I am just throwing a fit;
People like this have many accomplices around,
to which someone mentally weak feels bound;
But here I am and the universe with me,
How much more can he make me lonely?
To a loner who stays with the universe in touch,
That filthy mastermind can’t cause harm much,
No matter how much a sick person keeps it curtailed,
Universe has its own way for the truth to be unfurled.
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