Mask Of Fallacy

Mask Of Fallacy short poem

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Why utter words,
Not meant in reality,
But to show out,
A mask of fallacy.

Reflection of actions,
Speak the truth,
Showing the pretense,
Making me a fool.

In a sea of words,
Inconsistency of actions,
I make a puddle,
Searching for sincerity.

It is a facade of,
A pale foundation,
For a plethora of words,
That sting my soul.

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Laya Sarath

A genuine person can never wear a mask of fallacy..nay..never…But there are some people out there who embrace the fallacy mask than their real face mask…I pity them… just for the reason that they do not know they are more beautiful and trustworthy when they remove the mask of fallacy…..:-)

Nadeem Qazilbash

It is so frustrating, but it is rampant and all pervasive. It is tiring even to complain about…


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