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हम अपने शहर में होते तो घर गए होते

क्या बात हो गई?

शिकायत हमसे है,

या फिर किसी और से मुलाक़ात हो गई?"

A double-edged sword that cuts deep,

Betraying with its sharp tongue,

Revealing secrets we long to keep.

It whispers promises of freedom,

But binds us in chains of fear,

Unveiling the raw, naked truth,

Leaving wounds that never disappear.

Its treacherous ways deceive,

Leading us down a path unknown,

Shattering illusions we cling to,

Leaving us stranded and alone.

Truth, a traitor in the night,

Unveiling the darkness within,

Exposing the lies we tell ourselves,

Leaving us vulnerable and thin.

So we dance with this treacherous foe,

Knowing the pain it may bring,

For in the depths of its betrayal,

Think about it!