Purge.

Gloomy days and haunt full nights

Each day a tirading swaps of echos of plight

Without smile and lips frowned at fights

With each dark moment and

With people masquerading sights

Without the soft hand of bricked heart and mind ,

Without the fake-ness that reached heights

I smiled through  every walking’s side ..

Sycophancy, hypocrisy, nepotism, and dark Whispers of insanity,  peaked.

Alas, they can’t discern the pungent quality they themselves deceived.

The fundamentals of all believes, their blackness cannot receive.

They die each day for they forget it’s all ‘ the inevitable’s leave’. And

All I can do is smile at their dodgy  beliefs.
Junk files in the mind need purging,

Or need a scathing and shredding,

See, then, the mind and soul  synchronizing.

“Smiling now, the last

Smile”.

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