Is it, isn’t it!

Is it, isn’t it!

He laughs, but I know he is not happy.

She cries, but is happy deep within.

She thanked me, but I know she didn’t mean it.

He wished me; I know he didn’t mean it; my rise will spell his downfall.

I had to say it is amazing; he wouldn’t like it otherwise.

He writes well on humanity; but he is actually a bastard.

His mastery over English and language paints himself with greatness,

But he murdered his wife; never talks about it.

He is blessed with an amazing argumentative skill,

Sometimes he earns as a lawyer, and uses it to divide society and break families.

He is a doctor, spends whole day with flesh, urine, blood, pus and bodily discharges,

Only for the sake of money and pole dances on his stethoscope.

She is a PhD, writes on positive psychology and human relationship,

But her wikipage says she divorced thrice and caught driving in drunken state.

He sells and can sell anything; needed or not; flaunts himself as an entrepreneur,

Made condoms, diapers, teeth adjustment … a part of our monthly expenses,

When high on wine, claims he can even sell mother’s milk fresh out of her breast.

She talks on feminism but more often makes another women victim of it,

Wouldn’t she get irritated if I do not notice her cleavage she meant to expose,

But if I get too closer, she would say all men are rapist and so am I.

He treats her inhumanely and she abandons him for all,

He buys some dogs and cats knowing they do not respond and he could freely assert his manhood.

Politicians failed their academics to rise up the ladder of politics,

But they love to play with our history to give identity to all the hopeless among us.

How well did I write it; but there is a bastard and a non-bastard in me and I am one of you.

And the non-bastard in me listens to my Soul and helps me find the wrong in me and all