Fake 007

Sat in the next row in office,

Giving fair details about me to him,

What I talk over phone, to my friends,

About my family and my simple life.

It was of no use to him,

But collected details to strip me oneday,

As he watched me closely everyday!

The informer acted like a good one.

Passed messages as he is a dumb one,

I call it a survival trick,

For he is a mean coward and a mere informer,

Who is nothing but a puppet in his hands.

Kavitha Patchamalai

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