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