The impudence of the kin,
The arrogance of the kith,
The disregard of the near,
The disdain of the dear,
Lasts not for a year.
They change with the seasons,
Cold is their feeling in Winter,
Friendly is their attitude in Summer,
Indifferent is their thought for autumn
They vary with periods of the day,
Pose a smile in the morn,
Look displeased in the afternoon,
Express a sneer in the evening.
Ensue a threat in the night.
Their endearing and exuberance persuade
Their shrug and shriek dissuade,
Their jibes and vile intrude
Their provocation and condescension delude,
The mind ,thought and whatever not.
Ever be ready to attack them
Not with weapons but with words,
Let them be scathing and sticky,
Conducting a hurt so brutal and poignant.
Befitting their taunts and tantrums