Fake
I myself is fake and roaming
Here for your goodsake.
Have patience and understand
My word my emotion.
You are my surity
In this land of nothingness.
I am your security
In this world of happiness.
I am fake coming and going
With a purpose that is not known.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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