A docile look captures, moon's pure

Its humiliates a gentle core, unrestrained

So its better to conceal than be a disgrace

Cause' deceit is what makes the world tremble

Seeing is worse, hearing is worst

For nothing matters than a sweet lie.

The buried lotus gets spoilt

By mud, it gets decayed through suffocation

And everyone wonders why?

It can bear the burden, the havoc

Of the heavy truth walls, standing tight.

For its true that it haunts, don't want to believe, the burden it conjures

Because truth can be your betrayal.

It's hard to digest that the irrelevant lie

Is unable to hide, forever...

And in the end it either breaks or makes

The one we are today...