Rumours

Spilled from one mouth

to another they say,

information changes its shape,

in an unbelievable way.

From where is its origin?

we often forget.

All are interested in it,

no matter how it changes its shape.

Do we love real anymore?

I doubt.

There is so much pleasure,

in hearing the false.

When rumours make room in our hearts,

think if we are loosing the human that we are.

won't it be sad,

to see you in

the position of a false victim.