"What could
man do without guilt?
A sense of
fear, sense of shame
Sense of regrets
being all over
Only to
buried, beneath
Lies! One
watered whole life
What could man
do without hate?
A sense of wicked
desire, sense to kill
Sense to
smell blood taking over
Only to be
burnt in the fire of hatred
One kept the
flames high several nights
What could
man do without death?
A passion to
kill, urge to fill
Lands with
dead, while
Pretending to
be animal
One always
thought self to be
What could man
do without life?
A dreadful
journey to commence
One hitting
walls and again
Yet dragging
through flesh and bones
Only to be
lost in the void of own screams
What could
man do without darkness?
Mirror,
which shows one more than one could hide
And lays
down his body bare open
To be loved,
despite being drenched in filth
While maneuvering
hard to be loved back, alas!"
By:
Praveen Parasar
Date:
05/10/2015
I love this piece Praveen - you shine a light where few will tread - bravo
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot John, means a lot
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