Threat

People have become dangerous like a bomb

They have turned into a dictator

Some are real on face and fake on the back

I keep my phone on silent when I sleep

Because I want to sleep peacefully without fear

I like my own company nowadays

Ideologies, religion, caste have divided people

Some are rich and some are poor

Selfishness is one thing common in people

True people are rare like a completed promise

Yes I was mean, selfish in the past

I hated to share things with others

But now I have changed for others

And others have now turned selfish

Everything has changed like climate

You must be searching for a metaphor in my poem

But I am searching for peace in my life

Neither you will find a proper metaphor

Nor I will find peace in life

I am confused, who are the real?

Everyone is imperfect just like my poem

There are some faults and good things too

Hope is the one best thing created by God

Those who live, they hope

I hope to find good people in real!