Fools have many a man been,
Not to a soul did I any harm mean,
Yet, like all others, I, too, was made a fool.
I am enraged; I refuse to be such a droll!
Let me declare: I shall be none to you, as you to me!
Perhaps sometime in the future I shall a better land see,
And meet some genuine human beings of kind disposition;
And much do I hope: deceiving me shan’t be their mission.
Although betrayed by your treacherous tricks,
But I still think well of you; live till you die
And wed a man who can your mind and habits fix.
Let me go, farewell; let me go, good-bye!
Copyright © 2014 RAMU DAS
Ramu Das 
Sometimes working on rhymes is a good way to cool the fires. I wish you “a better land” with people of “kind disposition”!
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Thank you for the wishes. Cooling the fires is but only an excuse, or an option, to write.
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