POEM
Deceptive Fellow you are.
Isolated faith of mine to run from people.
Your deception makes me alienated and doubt to everybody.
Your deception is my grace of writing.
It is my better looking to acceptance of artistic writing.
It is lust of your looking.
Deception is got by me with tears.
You have loaded my tears on your side.
But I depend on myself.
Money is counted and you left me.
That is your dishonest soul to me.
It is unendurable than death.
Your soul must realize your deception with internal psyche.
