Suspicion
Suspicion
Suspicion is a friend of mean souls,
Jealousy, inferiorities, are its pals.
It always makes you a back biter,
Back talks are baseless, and bitter.
Suspicion is very often unjust than just,
It is far more to be wrong than right.
It is great enemy of virtue and Happiness,
And the bane of all society and goodness.
Suspicion reveals the character of its holder,
When words proved untrue he becomes a liar.
Suspicious minds imagine beyond words,
And brings out words sharper than swords.
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Copyright © Gunadevi Rajaratnam | Year Posted 2016
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