Who says that
people change?
People never
change,
neither like
mutant virus
nor like shares of
stock exchange.
People never
change,
neither like
moments
nor like
inflationary range.
They remain the
same,
they never change
just like a
picture frame.
It's just their
charming untruth mask wear off,
and the curtain
from the drama lifts-off.
When the game of hypocrisy comes to an end
when they cannot anymore pretend.
When they are tired of faking themselves
And
they are back to their true selves
People
are found in variety of hues
the
way in which you will be screwed.
People
come to you when they need you
and
you will be cooked like hot stew.
They are the only true well-wisher
and God's own messenger.
They
are the perfect guest just like a parasite
And
are the only one to be blamed for your pathetic plight.
These
people are your own close friends
who
entrap you in dead-end.
This
is the ugly truth
Which
even fails a brilliant sleuth!