Tridents of assentation

Never cease to bother me,

When I use your weapon on you,

That's not my fault,

That's how it should be.

When I speak of compromise

Not all the words are

Meant to be true,

Hearing voices while

Searching beyond sound

Is the right thing to do,

That I knew.

I take control over you,

When your words with my plan

                              Perfectly binds,

I'll keep doing what I always do

Playing with your

                              Playful minds.

The writer is a student of Viqarunnisa Noon College.