WRONG FOOTED

You hanker many false and superficial things,
Syrupy words of appreciations and fictitious smiles.
You sway away by fabricated-cupboard-love,
Of shrewd word-artists and dirty women-pursuers.
Do you like people who carefully ornament their tongue,
But never bother to decorate their spirit?
Who shelter under sugary and appeasing words?
They who have some expectations from you or want to use you.
Will you like to be a puppet to such malicious so-called friends?
Not a person as my Pooja's stature should be unwise about it.

A person shouting "I love you" hundred times daily,
Not necessarily adores you, because it can also be done silently.
A food that tastes well does not suit health well,
On the other hand, that which suits health, not essentially tastes well.

You are simple, ingenue and broad-minded about all and sundry,
And I fear you see them all with the same glass that you wear.
The world around you are not as beautiful as you are,
They will not hesitate to hurt you, when you clog their selfish intentions.
Beware of them, they are like a pot of poison,
A tasty and attractive layer of nectar on the surface.

Falsehood delivers hypocrisy and circumvention,
And would land you in discomfort and tension.
It is the job of your true friend Pradipta to show you the mirror,
In which the truth reflects and the falsehood vanishes.
 Lastly I should say, she can be awaken who is in deep sleep,
But not her who is not sleeping  but does not wish to open her eyes.
Either you open your eyes and see the truth yourself,
Or stay in the alluring companion, the preference is yours.