Of all the tussles in the world
Most strenuous is the tussle with oneself
Leaves you vulnerable and bare
An invitation to the perfidious ones to exploit
Your paradise left at the mercy of lies
Every drop, corroding away the foundation of trust
You will be put on a pedestal of judgments
More fabricated stories will ruin your reputation
Like wild fire getting a new lease of life
Known faces, but unknown intentions push you
Toward a perilous and uncertain world
Violence is the outburst of inefficiency and weakness
Ravaging and eating up the will to be sober
When humanity becomes the biggest foe
Pitted against each other, known enemy is the fiercest
Only a shame to be attacked by ones you trusted
Outside forces waiting to pounce on the chaos
Will always find a way to annihilate what is weakened
The fabric of relations are tarnished by the bloodshed
Weakened from the revolts of the untrustworthy©
Amitav Chowdhury 
Amitav, your words are so beautiful and so strong they make me want to cry, cry out how much I resonate with you about those with their perfidious, untrustworthy intentions. Your poem returns to me as echo from my own vulnerable and bare words. Blessings, Deborah. 🙂
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I can understand, Deborah. The darker side seems to cast a shadow and aspersion on trust and humaneness. Trying times for love, trust, and kindness.
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