Suspicion crawls
Groping in the dungeons of mind.
fettered by chains of doubt
Venom becomes the conqueror
Gasps for breath, the white dove.
The positive mind
make an attempt , futile
To disentangle from the spider's web
the germ is surrounded
by intricate maze
of lies and
deceit.
A valiant warrior
defends with the amour of truth
breaks the sword of suspicion, poison, envy
frees the prisoner dark
restores the sanctity
of temple of mind.
A very strongly worded poem that, but wonderfully brought out the essence of suspicion and the ill that goes with it...
ReplyDeleteThank you Reshma. Suspicion is a poison of the mind.
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