………….. Afraid of whom?

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?

poem by Satish Verma
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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