Rhythmic Rhymes

A smile on the face, a twinkle in the eye, With strength in her will, some odds she defied, For her heart suffered what her face didn’t betray, That the look of happiness was just a masquerade. He looked unyielding, tough and strong, With a clear distinction between right and wrong, But that countenance was now just a way of his life, Used as a mask to hide his insecurities inside. Her face showed innocence, sparkling through, She seemed gullible to a glance new, But the innocence just masked a demeanor sly, Used as an opportunity to some naïve one beguile. He worshipped his mother and feared the goddess, In public had a personality respectable and modest, But had tortured for dowry to his ego feed, And killed two unborn girls for his baby-boy greed. Oh each one knows all this for we have our own masks too, But when someone else does it they are the hypocrites few, For the intent no matter whether innocent or not, It’s all hypocrisy there...

I have had a hope since a long time apparent, That almost all people possess some goodness inherent, They would do no evil if given a choice, Against wrongdoings would raise up their voice. As a kid I really thought all that was true, For unexposed I had been to world realities new, Surrounded by affection & goodness from those I loved, No reason to doubt for not a care in the world. When I stepped out though it came to me as a shock, For everyone around was good and straightforward not, Evil and injustice was spread far and wide, And one couldn't trust even the one living beside. Why just out in the world but in personal life too, Worthy of our trust are but a few, Naivety and innocence are assets no more, Taken advantage of as liabilities they are I implore. And yet after all the experiences I have had, I would refuse to believe that anyone is inherently bad, And I know in this faith and belief I am not alone, And as long as there are such like-minded ...