Lies I Almost Believe On

TREASURED LIES

Restored are the broken and weird toys,

In cupboard from more than three decades,

They will bring back the childhood,

A lie I almost believe on.

Memories are treasured in brain,

Cherish when we grow old,

Brain degenerates with age,

Lies I almost believe on.

Silver, gold, platinum, land,

Dollar and rewards are locked under seven locks.

To ensure the security,

Natural disasters are accidental,

Insurances are the lies I believe on.

Constructing the multiplex and vehicles,

Green wounds to trees and animals,

Nothing comes and nothing goes,

Lies I almost build every day.

We really exist in the reel world,

Reel of a movie called as Life,

Life, a Lie I almost live with.

Full of Lies I almost believe on.

-Swati Shobha Sevlani