Unreal
Don’t believe everything you hear
Or assume what you see is real
There is fear in the harshest words
And love entwined in words of deride.
You reach your death sooner
The earlier you are born.
Is it safer to be unborn?
And never fear death.
The truth you wish to hear
are lies cloaked in tears
sometimes the cheer is a reason
to shroud the unfinished beer.
I begin, I End
Alive and dead
I am written of
And erased, a life so unreal.
poem by Kiran Prasad
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