The title of my poem is trust

 

Trust has become a bird of different colours we do not know whom to trust.

Trust which was consider the rod of a blind man is kept under fire handling it will become a victim of circumstances.

Why should a close friend drown His friend to u death all because of a beautiful flower a flower that may not produces a seed of remembrance and wilder before the evening comes it was the eye of an eagle that witness this scene if not he would have join the innocent birds singing a dirge Dong but he is now kept under the four walls without a glimse of the beautiful flower.