SATY'S

People here live in cages They are surrounded by walls They peep out through their windows Their doors are always locked. They always keep an eye open An eye of suspicion! Their hearts are filled with doubts Their expressions are so confusing Their minds are always presuming. They try to build a shelter A protective shell for their family In truth a hiding place for their wealth They try to keep it safe From preying eyes of this world People here live in cages They are surrounded by walls Their windows are always shut Their gates are always locked. But people who live on daily wages Are surrounded by their neighbours Their homes don’t have doors Earth is their floor, their ceilings have holes. They don’t try to build a house They carry with them their homes Their wealth is in their heart For that they don't need a vault They don’t have a place of their own But you’re always welcome to their home They don’t...

Manipulator In the crowd of plebeian, there hides a man A beguiler, he is vicious and of dark tan A priggish by nature & purposefully polemic Rhapsodic in his obloquy, touting his academic He relentlessly feeds on your thoughts Absorbing them, making them his own Probing you with his self made syllogism And then effortlessly using his dysphemism He is sly, like a jackal waiting for its turn He lives by your side and makes you churn He waits for you to think and choose Then without any rue, he lets his idea loose He makes a place for himself in your mind He influences your life, and your every move Until your thoughts are under his reign Your idiosyncrasy goes for a wane His materialistic views and his needs In your mind they start growing like weeds His desire to be cynosure is carefully disguised In his attempts of being erudite that is often reprised His ignominious acts are carefully concealed He prowls around finding ...