In throbbing hearts, and scathing souls
And diffident minds, of the human race
In the bills of fear, we pay life’s tolls
And few fortitudes, to save our grace!
A God, and a faith, we made to last
To yoke ourselves, to a fear divine
And a social order, to then typecast
Our existence, to a bondage benign!
Handcuffed, manacled, impotent slaves
Of providences, which reign us, to death
It’s never a hope, but fear, that paves
Many myths of ours, with a stark shibboleth!
Of all cherished sins, of existence
Estranged are the ones, which we endear
We sell our glory, to a petty pretense
For our greatness, is Our Greatest Fear!
© 2017 Vikas Chandra