Sad, Afraid & Angry

I’m Sad, Afraid & Angry. I’m Hurt.
Treacherous relations, decorum of mine,
Is nothing, but a sweet wine.
The gash so deep & novel,
there’s no fix to it.
Ah, I’ve to live with it,
for I don’t want to be cured.

Life’s such a pity when
it dupes you for its splendors.
We know it’s coming, our wane, the end;
yet we don’t fathom its perfidy.
Such a beauty of life is.
We go blind, devoid of mind.

And now when what’s done is done
and you know the lesson is learned.
Do not trust anyone or yourself.
Or the life will fool you again.
And will make you rain.
The twinge will be the reminiscent,
that you are sad, afraid & angry, that you’re hurt.
& will usher you in days to come.

A POEM PENNED BY
AMOD TIWARY