A Night Of Realization

A night of Realization It still strikes my mind Still make me realize The Saturday night spent With two acquaintances whom I called friends They were a millionaire’s spoilt sons We were out for meals We had a teenager’s moments Then to my surprise, I realized I was in a trap of fools They smoked cigarettes, and made false talks to woo me for smoking Just then I could hear talks of my mother Who said”You find roses good, they attract you, but all are not the same, they are not as they seem, they have thorns, so choose them carefully This made me say no and escape Those roses with thorns This was a night of realization When I knew being in a trap of fools wouldn’t keep me a good one I realized I had to be one of the lotuses in the pond And remain one