Beautiful deception,dancing through the glass screen,
Pouring drinks on every glass,enjoying the fun,
Of watching fools falling over her,as if she is a nymph..
Beautiful deception,does not know,she is just a pawn in Devil's game..
That she has been long marked by the Devil wearing rags,hiding behind crowd,
Watching her slowly..
Beautiful deception,doesn't know she is just a machete in the hands of Devil..
Beautiful deception things everything moves according to her whims..
What she doesn't know..
She is in it,for a beautiful deception,far more beautiful than this..
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The heartless's heart
PoetryNot stories,but stories. Poems as time moves. In the lone corner of this big world