“Being an outcast
Warrants discriminations
And obliterations
Just like those moments
That contains
The ghostly existence
Of one’s naked obsessions
Poisoned passions
Screaming,
Asking to be annihilated
Even before
One could investigate
The charges against
Guilty
while attempting to infiltrate
the holy ground of morality
for there lies faces
as blank as the sky
deprived of clouds
the high ground of gods,
and hearts
as cold as the dead
buried in silence, and
marked sacred
carrying the emblem
depicting
victory of light over dark
Salvation is a dream
That nightmares are built of
And chaos is what defines one
Being an outcast, Alas!...”
Praveen Parasar
09/06/2018
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