The Fault Line
The Fault Line.
Just like the earth has its crust
Similarly people have an existing fault line
Same as a chisel in the wood.
Hits up anytime,it's number not to decrease,
Reality has its contours of fault line,
Between you and me too it underlines,
In any tie,it is very much present,
But in closer ones,it surfaces as a harsh truth,
Biased opinions bounce It,
It threads itself and springs anytime,
Like drug it creeps into the skin,
Well,whatever it is,
A tactful hand deals it well,
Everyone has learn to deal with It,
Because,
"The fault,dear Brutus is not in our stars,
But in ourselves".
Contest-The Fault Line.
Sponsor-Anthony Slausen.
28/11/2016
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