They say they’ll standby me until the moment they die
Fool I am and a confused person overall
When I rise they come as close as they can, but abandon me when they see me fall
Ah! How they change just at the blink of an eye.

How do I not hate the thoughts that in me spread?
Crafty they are, but I must not blame a soul, for I’m gullible
I admit, the fault is mine and I’m weak in the head
Friends no more be you to me, with anger it may turn flammable

Cunning you may you live long
Smoke can never burn as we all know as we all say
I fear not the smoke that never burns, but I fear the flame that may
Foolish I am and mayn’t stay strong.

 Copyright © 2012 RAMU DAS