I got off the stairs from that old building
Plugged in the headphones to the mobile and started fidgeting.
Were the rains being rude because he never apologized for pouring
As I wore my windcheater and tip toed on the puddle soaring.
I was too happy like a little champ because I had cheated on the winds
Oh!! the dark night just had the street lamps and his footprints.
I quietly engulfed the sadness until I heard some strange voices
As if they were speaking on their choices.
And there from a distance I saw “Honesty” and “Rude” fighting
Until I gazed up and saw the dance of Lightning.
The thunder told me both of them were her friends
As limitations of tolerance was her trend.
I went and asked her with an inquisitive mind what do you like soul ” Being Rude” or “Being Honest”
In an anguish voice she told me HI I AM RUDE HONEST.
I quite didn’t understand what she told me,so I nodded in false affirmation and quietly walked down
As soon as I turned around I saw the girl breaking down.
I didn’t know her story,but knew the cause of her being sad
Maybe because she was honest?,or because she was rude?
Was there a difference,or did both of them cost her a heavy price dude!!!