I hate to lie,
About when I am going to lie.
I tell people that I am definitely tired,
When all I want is my ebooks to be fired.
They think the days toils have left me, arduous,
When in reality, I want to show my love,
Towards whom, I am so much virtuous.
They think they have succeeded,
In ripping me off, of my words and fantasy,
But a little more planning was supposed to be needed,
To have committed such a blasphemy.
But then again, I am happy to lie,
For under the sheets, I get to lie,
Where everyone tends to forgo the white lie.
Moushmi Radhanpara 
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