Being fake is putting others' faith at stake.
A closed door might be like a frozen lake;
But an open door with a cold hand shake,
Makes an unwelcome guest sense a mistake.
Truth these days,is a very tall call to make;
The smile drawn on a face,like snow's flake,
Hides bitterness in a sweet and creamy cake.
It alters warmth into the venom of a snake.
As bogus god men stash secrets for their sake,
Statues of deities in temples fail to stay awake,
To stall their hefty thefts,before each daybreak.
The fall of truth falls everyday,like earthquake.
All is fake in the changing world order all over,
While faith keeps sailing ahead,as a true rower.
P. Chandrasekaran
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