MUM’S THE WORD!
Mysteries hovering everywhere,
Not known whom to trust,
Everyone is there to tear you apart.
They seem to care for you,
But behind that velvety care,
Is that demonic intentions.
Mistrust, misfortunes breaking you down,
On the surface everyone seems to be,
Wearing dainty silvery gown.
Gradually, you get to know,
Their dark inner derisive side,
Totally baffled and astounded,
You seek for an explanation,
And, they prefer not to mystify,
Because they believe Mum’s the word!!
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