“When
the touch of thorns is tender,
And
a kiss swells hatred in the hearts.
When
the cry of lapwing sounds melodious,
But
the nightingale’s tear the soul apart.”
“When
death delights as amusing of all,
And
the smile of a child becomes remorse.
When
graveyard seems perfect place to live,
But
sight of the family becomes tragedy that kills.”
“When
obscenities suits the ears,
And
caressing gives bristles and fears.
When
light of hope is found in grievance,
And
love becomes a menacing vengeance.”
“It’s
the state where I now find serenity.
Freedom
to become what one shan’t ever be;”
Perched
with guts, a human to the mighty saint,
When
he was preached all about humanity.
Copyrights
to Mandovi Jadoun.
