Afraid of Whom?

by Satish Verma

Coming out of the cemetry,
Faith does not tell you the truth.
Becomes chaste innocence,
Of imbeciles.
How shabbily life treats you sometimes?

Tossing you on garbage,
squeezing your brain,
smashing your marrow
and turning you into pulp.
We are all eyes, but no vision.

Ownership of a spinning pain,
does not entitle you for a liberation
and a gift of guardian pendant
does not protect you.

Brutal hanging to sever off the neck was not crucial.
I wanted to know who was afraid of whom?

25-Jun-2012

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