Misdirection

Misdirection

A Poem by Ngawang Tibet

He’s holding a thought,

And giggling from the throat,

As if having so much fun,

But, he is holding a gun. 


The power of deception,

Is a matter of perception,

It’s fused with a trigger,

Triggering by a tricker. 


A path is simply a path,

If it’s not a choice of psychopath,

People choose the truth,

In the name of God’s faith. 


When he feigned the devil,

As an angel of evil,

She devotes the angel,

Even if the evil-angel is a stranger. 


A mystery creates the hesitation,

Under no awareness of the motivation,

But he knows she’s haunted by;

The disorientation of a perfect lie. 

© 2019 Ngawang Tibet


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Added on April 9, 2019
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Ngawang Tibet
Ngawang Tibet

New Delhi , Delhi , India



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his name is Ngawang Norbu and born in Tibet. He likes to read and write, and he is an average basketball player. Currently he is pursuing his career studies on politics or MA in International Relation.. more..

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