Assumption

Assumptions are like poison,

That's entwined in a creeper,

The roots that hug and climb,

Get paralysed and wither off…

Sometimes it dissolves 

And at times makes, 

Relations worth and unworth conversely!

And I remember the story,

Of the old saint-like man,

Who watch the helpless drowning man,

And finds happiness in his demise*,

And you find the demons residing

Beneath the sweet souls!

True, you never know people…

Touch the souls before you judge.

Decide who is worth and who is not…

Behind some serious faces,

Lie the most innocent of souls!

It's worth a try, 

You may burn, learn and leave,

Or lean, laugh and love.

Don't assume, do converse...

*A friend in need- Somerset Maugham