Behind The Curtain
A Anjandev Roy
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I don't know this man,
He is totally different soul this day,
His gentle appearance is gone,
It's unbelievable that he has become so much rude and impolite nowadays.
I stand in bewilderment
And try to find out his superior class,
Which I perfectly knew about him,
But my efforts prove futile.
As he boastfully walks away,
I look at him in amazement,
Suddenly someone proclaims in a gruff voice from behind the curtain,
"That's the truth of him,
That's the truth of the time."
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