The apprehensions I held for long,Stands no true, not now, any more.
You may go overboard, and issue my name
Wherever and everywhere you want.
Sounds condescending, patronizing !
No, it is not.
Because the fact of this time is,
“You are not”
The walls of my silence, then intruded;
Now is the picture of the distressed remnants .
I may behold, I may forget,
But that is something, you should not care.
The skies will remain,
Where they stood since ages;
the difference with the earth I hold,
Is the roofless, sky-less top.
I can heal the wounds to dry,
Who will, then but, peel off the dead skin?
Someone of the kindest may do me that favor too,
But the scars of the lesion will remain unabashed.
