She is a liar, She is a liar,
She is a big lair,
She is a big big lair...
Pretending to be happy,
Like everything is as she desired,
But if you can open her up,
You will see burning inside her despair's pyre,
She is a lair, she is a lair....
Always keeps a smile on her face,
But observe for some time and you can trace,
From the clinching of the teeth,
In her soul there is suppressed a ball of fire,
She is a lair, she is a lair....
Moving effortlessly through the days,
Like she never gets tired,
But if you can read her mind,
All the time she keeps on thinking of time to retire,
She is a lair, she is a lair....
Walks there on the way,
Looks at the things and shows no interest,
Like she needs nothing,
But in her heart she has a thousand desire,
She is a lair, she is a lair....
So don't you believe what you see,
She is not what she seems to be,
She is just pretending to you and me,
Everything is fair and nothing she aspires,
She is a lair, she is a lair....
©Marabi Amfaal Hydara
The Humanitarian Poet
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