A simple bad being.


Their eyes were always moist…
Which could never gloom
Their lips never knew the other curve because,
because he was the bad son.

Unspoken words which never left silence.
Eyes which never met.
Happiness which never echoed because..
Because he was the bad son!

Praises which were untrue.
Faces which he hardly knew.
Masks which lifted occasionally too,because..
Because he was never a good friend too.

Hearts which never turned red.
Letters which never turned blue.
Hands which were never held…Because,
Because he was never a good friend too.

Paths which he never met.
Strangers whom he never left…
Tears which never welled up because,because he was a bad stranger too!

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