None ,
not even a single one,
could keep the hostility,
to complain on things little,
And go on blah blah blah,
until you shake yes in yes.
And if you are in the victim’s good books,
You are gone,
Now, on you the pebble of words are thrown,
to be kind and blind,
For being decent in recent.
All the grouse ,when shed in words,
A liss to self is there offcourse.
Even if the listener is offended,
mentally feels tortured.
Doesn’t really matter.
The speaker is emptied,
Mumbles to grumble in continuity.
Though situation belaves the same,
it’s just the mind game.
One shares to let the other bear,
ummid the mutter,if you care.
If you mind, you are doomed,
Next chance would be yours,to be ruined.
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