mystery of life and It's beauty

NATURE OF MY BACKSTABBER:

All doors are closed,
All the path seem to be same
All hopes started to vanishes,
Still I am seeing pain ,
each & every corner that I wander.

All gives me a look,
That I am a crook
But neither I did any harm
If I wander my forearm.

What all are crazy about?
Just because I never fulfilled
the amount of desire they fire.

Why me ,not others
Thinking, all this about
Is extremely tired.

But never I wander,
These people have this nature,
As they are a traitor.

When I am in danger,
They are an instant game changer,
while I wander I don't have a back stabber.

Now when I wander all these about,
No one was stupid than me who floats
arround.

Now with all these experiences,
I can give you all a assurance
that the cheapest thing that exist ever,
Is the lecture everyone give you arround.

But the expensive thing that I never wander was getting a helping hand,
when you are in danger.

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