Spiderwebs (Nazmaa)

***Spiderwebs***
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Maze of spiderwebs
Hung across
The ceiling and walls,
Or the web of 
Prickly thoughts
Cluttered in my brain,
Do I belong to the
Sanctimonious tribe of
People who see evil and evil,
Speak good and good
Do bad and bad,
Or to the society of
Pseudo-literary 
Noise mongers
Who never find a
Silence for a bit of
Essential reading,
(Oh ! some of them 
Forgot how to read)
Or to the band of litterateurs 
Who are simply too lazy
They chatter than study detail,
Or to the group of smart players
Who ask the owner to 
Remain awake
And advise the thief to 
Strike and break,
Or to the love-peners
Who imagine relationships
They never had,
Horrible is the world of
Self-proclaimed truth-speakers and truth-seekers
Whose weapons are coated with white lies,
My head is splitting
I can't withstand
The oily path of
Bluster, fudge and smarminess 
But how far ?
If I decide to live in Rome
I have to do as Romans do.

Maze=Uljha hua bhool bhllaiya jaisi.
Spiderwebs = Makadi ke jaala.
Prickly=Kaantedaar.
Sanctimonious=Dhongi/Bagulabhagat
Tribe=Kabeela
Litterateurs=Adeeb
Chatter=Bak bak.
Bluster=Deeng
Fudge=Bakbaad/Gapp
Smarminess=Chaploosi