Musing 116 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Power has penchant for migrating
To the souls living in twilight zone,
With fingers singed in blood innocent
Before arbitrating the faith of mankind.
Those reposed faith absolute upon faces suave
With expectations great interconnected
by promises lame
Will be slighted from motion at the moment opportune
Like the vein condemned with bad blood.
Blind divine having mind vacant and crooked
Sustains on substances never to its belongings.