Poetry

Fog of early winter he is
Foam on flowing cascade he is
Effort not to hold him
Dissolving substance he is
Neither of his words are from heart
Neither of his actions have life
None of his words know affection
None of his actions know perfection
He is an illusion of goodness
Be not in the hallucinations or madness
It’s a relation for elations
It has no sensational valuations
A bog of attractions
Meant for your distrution
Dare not be a dear!
Dear dares to tear you!
@ Rajani Mula