The Assumption

The Assumption

I’m fake as a smile that is half-hearted;

I’m clumsy as a person who’s fingers are buttered.

I’m ruthless as a slayer who is heart-less;

I’m ill-tempered, fiery-tongued and manner-less.

I’m just an assumption;

Not a true reflection.

I introduce myself..

As  jealous observation.

                                                 - Prerna tarika diwaker.