A  Poem  by  Praveen  Parasar

We fear

That one day we’ll get caught

Nude, our scars

Exposed

We will stand an exhibit

Before all..

We, as culprits, perpetrators

In the middle of the town

Among the crowd

Looking nowhere but

At the ground,

Under our own feet,

Waiting for the verdict

To be burned at the stake

Alive, smouldering inch by inch

In and out.

To be stoned

From the four sides

Through the hoots and howls

Bled we fall

Unto the shamelessness.

But what if we escape..?

And never get caught..?

Can we be  free..?

Live happily thereafter..?

No….it sounds strange

By the one who dwells inside..

Who counts our deed,

Good or Bad.

Who warns us and warms us

Whenever we trail off.

From whom there is no escape

Either to bleed or to stone

Or to confess, for it

We fear..