To be a good liar,
quite a complex task.
For, to be a good liar,
It’s your true self you must mask.
To be a good liar,
You must disagree with your every notion.
To be a good liar,
You must conceal your every emotion.
To be a good liar,
You must be able to act.
You must be able to keep your cool
And keep your lie intact.
To be a good liar,
You need a perfect poker face.
Painting false pictures for naive eyes,
Is what you must learn to ace.
To be a good liar,
You must be quick on your tongue.
You need to learn to accept that
There’s plenty who you’ve stung.
To be a good liar,
You must learn to cheat and deceive.
Acceptance that you’re being untrue
Is what you must achieve.
I’m sure you’re wondering how I know,
How to lie so well.
But before you judge me, let me share with you,
Something I rarely tell.
There once took place an incident,
Where I gave birth to a little white lie.
Little did I know that that little monster,
Would for four weeks make me cry.
That little incident that to this poem-writing
Happened prior,
Has taught me how to proudly say
That I am no longer a liar.
Ankita Sadarjoshi.
quite a complex task.
For, to be a good liar,
It’s your true self you must mask.
To be a good liar,
You must disagree with your every notion.
To be a good liar,
You must conceal your every emotion.
To be a good liar,
You must be able to act.
You must be able to keep your cool
And keep your lie intact.
To be a good liar,
You need a perfect poker face.
Painting false pictures for naive eyes,
Is what you must learn to ace.
To be a good liar,
You must be quick on your tongue.
You need to learn to accept that
There’s plenty who you’ve stung.
To be a good liar,
You must learn to cheat and deceive.
Acceptance that you’re being untrue
Is what you must achieve.
I’m sure you’re wondering how I know,
How to lie so well.
But before you judge me, let me share with you,
Something I rarely tell.
There once took place an incident,
Where I gave birth to a little white lie.
Little did I know that that little monster,
Would for four weeks make me cry.
That little incident that to this poem-writing
Happened prior,
Has taught me how to proudly say
That I am no longer a liar.
Ankita Sadarjoshi.

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