My Experience

Many a times, I see that half smile
The pretender's pride
I trusted the prospects
Accepting their proposals
Denying my conscience

In ropes I was hanged
Languishing beyond my expectations
I surge for the salvation, but
I was given the executions
This was my experience.

I died several deaths
I was buried several metres deep
Then I received a massive whip
In which I always weep.

Trending mourning of a hero
Who they wanted to reduce to zero
Pushing me to the sleeping peep
To tumble in the Bamboo

Every day, I see the rustic smile
The falsely proud
Whose pride to me was a lurking
Dagger
Deeply planted in my body and soul
The face, heart and mind.
Aiming to terminate my existence
Through the thrashing of my persistence
Cursing and backbiting and defaming.

You wear your mask and coloured clothes
Appearing in the nature you are appeased
Like a green Snake in the Canopy of green leaves
You have no time to mourn your deceased
But ample time to assist the angel
A luxurious armoury you possess
To transfuse the bloody flood of your victim
"A victim is helpless in the hands of a murderer."

Why fighting a lost battle?
Why flocking a death horse?
Why, why, why are....

Hey! Loser why do you assassinated my character?
If only you are related to "assassin"
I call you the sinner.