The Truth

When I Jerry the pain 

Of silent sunset, 

I never growl to my silence. 

The moon ditches sun 

And 

Never comes to meet him 

In the day time.

Knowing the constraints of

Sun, 

She masquerades 

And fixes the time of night 

For the so called tryst.

Responding to the chime of watch, 

Sun settles for sunset 

To follow the orders of omnipotent. 

Yes, I Jerry the pain of silent sunset.

Nibbling the blade of grass, 

I accept the truth that 

You are not my true partner, 

You are not my true inamorata,

 

You are a pretender,

I don't want to fall prey to your swell beauty, 

I don't want to be hornswoggled any more.