Pitiful Sinful world,
Is it the silence that scares those who sin? ?
Or the chirp of a five legged cricket
shivers the skin?
No, perhaps
night Pleads of an infant
for a late breastfeed
If only a sip of milk fulfilled each need!
Moonlight falling on a wrinkled face?
Aging is no fright, yet those grumpy men won’t embrace
Maybe, just maybe
Echoes of laughter of a drunk across the room?
Or screams of a bride hugging her dead groom?
What is it that scares those who sin?
An Undertake with a sad fixed grin?
Possibly ….
Those who sin can never be righteous
If thoughts of their own defines them as guiltless
Pitiful sinful world it is!
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