Revelation

Only when a man sits lone,

He unearths his heart,

With the greatest caution

For no man wishes another man,

To perceive his heart’s private matter.

Unburdens he his heart,

Feverishly wishing and praying,

His pain be quelled

In the fury of Nature.

He peels each layer of his heart,

Harder, harder and harder,

But when his soul snatches,

His armor – Fear,

Forgets he, his pretentious attire,

Burning brighter his original flame.

When his soul grapples, with

His covertly hidden dark secrets,

He shudders, bleeds, freezes

Sometimes dies an unnatural death,

Or lives a schizophrenic.

ANUSHA.U.R.

14 yrs

11:00 PM