It Is Not A Perfect World

a poem by Anupama Pyarelal

It is not nice of you,
To make me cry.
So you can console me,
You are no angel of mercy,
Though you have the looks,
And aspire to be one.

A wolf in sheep’s clothing?

I detect,
A streak of malice,
A dollop of jealousy,
And there you are.
I confess,
You do have your good points;
A pity,
I can’t recall any.
But, then
I am no friend of yours.