Few mouths of lies

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Let the world, go to hell,

You do, what you like,

Some informers are backstabbers,

They inform, to add to your plight.

Let them say, whatever they say,

Every dog has his days,

Why should words, pierce your heart,

Take care, my dear sweetheart.

Informers that inform all rotten,

Inform you with malicious intent,

Every time they wish to rob you,

Of your heart's content.

Let the dogs keep barking,

Let them use, dirty words,

Few mouths of lies,

Cannot, the world, defile.

R. A. Jacob