In the heart of India, young Nasheed's tale,
A lad with dreams that began to frail.
His eyes held secrets, a mischief spark,
Yet truth and lies danced in the dark.
Through the lanes of deceit, Nasheed strayed,
A web of untruths, carefully laid.
In the tapestry of his woven tales,
Echoed the sound of honesty's scales.
But oh, Nasheed, with a heavy heart,
Played his part, a deceptive art.
As whispers of untruths took flight,
A dance of shadows, concealing light.
Yet, let not judgment be too swift,
For in the shadows, lessons lift.
A boy named Nasheed, flawed and true,
A mirror reflecting me and you.
I speak from the heart and not chat gbt.
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