Insecure and desperate,
With lives of their own,
They ruin others smile,
By spreading lies,
To bring smile on their face.
Juicy scoops,
Of that girl next door,
Or colourful tales,
Of that guy who looks rouge,
They are never short of any lies.
Walls have ears,
Because of them,
As they snoop behind doors,
To watch the dramas,
Of other people homes.
They are like wild fires,
Spreading quickly,
Entertaining those not involved,
But Destroying houses of ones,
Tangled in this mess.
They spread news,
Like game called Chinese whispers,
Changing the stories,
Adding flavors,
Wherever they like.
They are found everywhere,
Within your social circle,
In form of nosy relatives,
Or toxic friends,
Or jealous colleagues,
And day will come,
When they are victims of their own actions.
With lives of their own,
They ruin others smile,
By spreading lies,
To bring smile on their face.
Juicy scoops,
Of that girl next door,
Or colourful tales,
Of that guy who looks rouge,
They are never short of any lies.
Walls have ears,
Because of them,
As they snoop behind doors,
To watch the dramas,
Of other people homes.
They are like wild fires,
Spreading quickly,
Entertaining those not involved,
But Destroying houses of ones,
Tangled in this mess.
They spread news,
Like game called Chinese whispers,
Changing the stories,
Adding flavors,
Wherever they like.
They are found everywhere,
Within your social circle,
In form of nosy relatives,
Or toxic friends,
Or jealous colleagues,
And day will come,
When they are victims of their own actions.
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