Treachery
The travelling wind has stopped troubling me now
She knows that I have nothing worthy in me now
Why couldn't he have survived? they all tend to ask
I wish I could answer them, but I am too busy now.
Trust is a fallen angel sinking deep into the grime
That play of words in the end decimated me now
How hard was it to see treachery in a caring friend?
It only felt easy when they have killed me now.
'Mumtaz' cry as much as you want for they have
Decided to decorate your grave with a tree now.
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