Shakespeare told who flatters thee
Is no friend in misery?
-Had people heard they wouldn’t
Starve for love and end up in penury.
The world is a counterfeit, where
Truth is just so precarious.
People have not feelings but intentions cruel
And, liaisons so dangerous.
In this world of veiled emotions,
Where only the sinner has some peace,
Vices outgrow all virtues and there is
No silver lining amidst dark clouds, just fleece.
In the reins of unruly lust, silently
Watches the redeemer- his own creation
Awaiting the judgment day, when only
The heart sans sins will be rewarded and the Judas-destruction.
To survive in this world, listen to your conscience
Because the material body is trapped in material deep.
And ahead are crypts in labyrinthine with steel
Doors of loneliness, through which fears creep.
Hence don’t fall for dangerous liaisons
Which give you but sorrow, pain and grief.
Remember the world is a stage of play acting
And your part is just so brief.
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