Stucked in between the moral thoughts
Thinking: What is right or what is wrong?
Who are we to decide and judge!

Six becomes nine, on swapping our side
We dance upon delusion, that denudes our minds
Knowingly we indulge in the thing that's vicious
Pretentious we become by blaming it to unconscious!
What is right and what is wrong?

Often we prevaricate for we fear of being judged
We turn from Truth to save our facade from being smudged

"What was right and what was wrong?"
:We ask at the journey's end
The moral instinct becomes vulnerable till then
Enslaved it is by the untold lies
and reluctant we become to notice we're living in disguise
The heart falls of words to assure
that what we did wasn't immature!

& die a 'peaceful death' then we
as ironical as nothing could be!