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Men

  • Riya Joseph
  • Nov 6, 2018
  • 1 min read

People say women are complex,

but I say the stuff men hide are complex to unwind.

Woman do cheat says people,

but I say men knows the art of cheating.

Men sweeten their words,

when they are needy.

Men prove worthy in times of wants,

and then shows their true colours.

All men are not the same,

yet it is not the women alone;

but the man too goes behind benefits.

Men prides being a Man,

yet fails to do deeds that makes them proud,

but not all are the same I acknowledge again and again while I write this.

Still men doesn't prove worthy at the end most of the time,

if at all we could have learned what is in their minds;

we could have made wiser choices than to fall in love with them.

Trusting all men is not possible,

yet trusting a single man becomes difficult.

They make us dream,

and in the end they ask us why did we dream?

They make us trust them,

and in the end they will ask why don't you understand?

They say women cheat,

but I know many men who think they are smarter;

in making us believe that we cheated them even though we didn't.

Not all men,

but I have seen quite few;

who can wound your inner soul and leave you bleeding in the darkness.

Yet we cannot say all men are same,

but then too the pain caused by one;

drives tongues of many woman to say not to trust them again.

Yet we fall in the same trap,

made by men;

because they play it well.

But all men are not the same,

Yet I remind you not to trust them soon.

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