Rumours are as if droplets,

They’re both sincere and misleading advices.

They get out of one’s mouth and enter your ears,

You’ll be unconsciously placed under other’s

control once you take it to your heart.

Humans heart is sinister as if a deep gorge,

Other’s might have schemes to plot against your sincerity,

You’ll often fall into their trap due to a moment of recklessness,

But you shouldn’t blame yourself too much.

Every injustice has it’s perpetrator.

Obviously, you’ll shift the blame to the wrong person

But do you think you’ve won when other’s dont blame you and they pity you?

The real perpetrator could laugh at your stupidity.