Talking daily on calls,
Messaging till your fingers fall,
Becoming a puppet of lies,
Feeling lonely, even with your ties.

Considering to hunt or be hunted again,
It's all a matter of convenience; you know the game.
Breaking and crushing what once was yours,
You don't care, unless it's a dog on all fours.

So, you keep going in an infinite loop,
Praying and preaching love with a pinch of dupe.
But you forgot, you were not the height;
Even mountains fall, when karma comes to bite.

© Dhruv Maheshwari