"Every drop of
tear
Which decided
Not to roll
down
The face,
scared
Ended up
Wearing down
the eyes
Which were
already fragile
Off the weight
The night
carried
And yet, as if
Intimidated
Of being
caressed
It surrendered
And sundered
though
It was a mere touch
It was more
than
The weight of
All the
vulnerable
identities,
collected
Over several
nights
And days too
Bits and pieces
of
Screams
Broken down
While passing
by
The frail trail
Of insecurities
Echoes of it
Crouching beneath
The skin
There lied one
Naked,
ashamed of
being
Seen
Or just afraid
Of being there
Forever
Unseen….
Alas!"
Praveen
Parasar
13/4/2018
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