Encrust Her Body With Your Eyes In This Unsafe City #Poetry #DailyPrompt

Posted on the 21 February 2018 by Jaideep Khanduja @PebbleInWaters

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.

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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.

Encrusted