Lines of despondency

This world's a bait,
A bait to entice its lovers,
n prick its followers.
A bait deluged with placebos,
Yet devoids inner peace.
This world's an artifice,
An artifice concealing its true colours,
n entangling its prey,
An artifice which like an impostor dupes it,
Yet u remain unaware.
This world's a reflection of its people,
People who r all unaltruistic mean,
n all engaged in their own state of affairs.
People who r mere bystanders,
n busy in worldly games.
This world's a fraudulent web,
A web woven by hapless victims ,
Being curtailed of their liberties.
A web which itself is imaginary,
Yet quite pragmatic.
This world's undescribable,
Too intricate to articulate,
Yet we live by one simple definition.
Experience life to the fullest.



Poetry by writing_angel
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Written on 2016-06-11 at 13:51

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