Meeting to Be Murdered


The friend whom did I trust
The friend who had the faith,
The friend who knows my secrets
Is the person leading me to death.

The friend I can give my life for
Become the come to take it away
Two sides of coin is Good and 
Evil And it will flip over one day.

The words that make me smile
Have turned to be so poisonous
The conditions I like to live in
They have become so dangerous.

I am dead, not by any weapon
I am killed by shock of disbelief
Being alone is te safest situation
Expectations can only give grief.

You are Honoured till you are useful
Will be killed after the task is done
Only you should be base of yourself
Then person you can believe is none.

~Shyam Sunder