MS (25-11-1960 / Pakistan)

On Suspicion

A dormant volcanic eruption,
When bursts, bursts with quakes,
Vomits havoic fiery substance,
Burns mind, body and soul.

A blurring cataract in the eyes,
Darkens the vision, mists the realities.
A fatal poison with no remedy;
More relentless when works among
The life partners and loyal companions.

One’s own blood and flesh seem alien,
Sets homes on fire where from,
Nothing emits but smoke from ashes.
Fortunate are those who ward off,
The vehement attacks defending well,
And keep themselves moderately poised.

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