My princess is a precious pearl, said her parents to the world..
She's jovial and plays around the home with me like a swirl, said her brother to the world..Seeing the purity in the emotions of family, she believed the world is true and pure...
As she grew, she understood birth of a girl is boonful bane and a baneful boon...
In the world of untrue, she found a true person, and she trusted him...
She admired his natured of being responsible, respecting women...
But she forgot, he may be responsible, he may be truthful, but he's a man...
As time passed, the child in him slept and the man in him woke up..
His brother is brother to him, her mother was mother but she's not a sister...
When things took a bad turn, she realised...
His desires are more stronger than his morals..
His needs are more important than his ethics...
His pleasure is more worthy than her trust... And her body is more valued than her heart...
A betrayal of faith and belief...
She then realised fakeness prevails the world..
No matter how true a man is but lust is always his shadow..
Wherever he goes, his shadow accompanies but not visible..
It gets visible when the light of desire awakes him...
As long as he lives in the darkness of childhood where only one colour prevails.. the colour of purity, nothing is visible.. there is no life for colourful desires of adulthood...
But a matter of distress and a bitter truth... World goes will external beauty than internal which is more exquisite..
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