Thank you all, for serving the demons of treachery against me!: A poem 

Listen to every unheard rhythm of my universe! 

What did it begat, for all its sincerity, if not curse? 

Yes, an intense scrutiny; but did you all search 

your own honesty, upon which you let treachery take perch? 

I am on old tree, voluntarily standing, not sagging; wagging 

like a neglected pup who is not adopted; but still back-dragging 

loyalties from souls that have (Alas!) desquamated like hides 

Though I never sought love; I was certain it was inherent in me 

I just revolved, without even a binary, around its divine shine 

Didn’t caterwaul that treachery held all my loves far and wide 

I had my pince-nez dipping in this picaresque for far too long! 

Did you all dare to peek beyond your walls and heed my song? 

Thank you all, another year has passed in your favours to the treachery against me, all along!