The echo of fierce tongue lives in my brain

Years have passed, still, stain remains stain

The fulsome ally childishly involved in mutual game

To blame the truth teller in defense of disown shame.

What uttered with the right intent of correction

Time and again changed into self-serving direction

With undue suspicions, alterations, fabrications

To attain illusory sway in trifling, frivolous fray.

In appeasing the indignant, uncandid and shaky

Generous giving took shape of powerless measure

Trust impaired in the service of imaginary pleasure

The richly offered chance turned to be abated treasure.

Friends to intricate schemes, sneaky secrets

Engaged in intrigues, devoid of fitting regrets,

Censuring the well-wisher, while excusing own guilt

Uphill terrain to wipe out what mazily - cunningly built.

Setting up impossible task - tying down hands

By imposing self-centered, fickle demands...

Benumbed by detraction, poisoned attack

Paralyzed by senseless stab in the back...