If you have gone grey suddenly, without feeling it all through!: A poem 

I took the corner into tomorrow 

Just like I had yesterday 

And I felt how wrong was yesterday 

If injustice could be spelt enough in words! 

Even though, calculably existing, nothing felt amiss! 

That just the thieves turning your evenings 

scarlett with your blood; your flesh dripping from your bones 

Despite the vestiges and vantages of strength your character showed! 

And the leaves in your treasure chest 

mildewing with the theft, where once jewels lay; 

If you still feel them encrusted in your soul 

after the sabotage of even the little that was left! 

You know you thought of Monday…. 

then Tuesday…and suddenly it was Sunday! 

The day that your reckonings 

broke upon you of the silent disaster 

of your closet being emptied 

off everything you held sacred! 

So are you to snap out an unwelcome compromise 

because the unperturbed evil, by your dalliance calling out, 

wears no shame, guilt or conscience, in culminating the furtherance of its crimes; 

So, you can’t play to the hilt that you want to 

and deliver the desired comeuppance! 

That, if your fate has a story to tell 

Let it state it soon enough 

For, if all the years haven’t got you too grey already 

with the immense pain and difficulty of your stoic resistance, 

And, despite which your faith in the eventualities will never be left by the wayside!