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Encrust her Body With Your Eyes In This Unsafe City #Poetry #DailyPrompt |
Encrust her body with your eyes in this unsafe city not to present her as a gift but protect her from all kind of vulnerabilities around. There is a lot more beyond what you see and understand In fact, what you see is just the tip of the iceberg A lot more deals happen A lot more mafias are there They say things are under control but that is not the reality. They know the art of showing things under control even if they are not. All media, news, and reports are under their control Everything that comes out in the open is after their scrutiny Through them. Keep a track wherever she goes Because it is important in this unsafe city to ensure there are a few eyes, at least, watching, caring, and protecting. As a matter of fact, showing fear on your face is a matter or weakness or meekness. Don’t let others drive you, in any case Because you never know who intends to gain what from you What is all there behind the words is difficult to assess. It is all a part of the dirty process. But all-time aggression is also not the solution It loses its impact and heat. Retain it within for the right moment. And whenever that moment comes ensure to use all your energies and wits to save her at any cost in this unsafe city. Somebody is Alive In This Unsafe City I know she is bold and brave enough not to step behind at the time of crisis. In fact, she knows which weapon to use under what circumstance. Rather, you are not alone in the city to hate its ugliness There are a few more though handful only who care for each other at the hour of the need. Otherwise, how would that policeman be lying in the hospital with his eyes encrusted with blindness. It was one of that handful of caring and daring people who saw him raping his own uniform and duty. After all, how much it takes! It is just a matter of time. Those handfuls will not remain merely a few. It is like a fire that spreads in no time in dense forests This unsafe city is no less than a crowd of spineless people But still, there is some hope in a few hearts. |