|I met the tears of a man
Who sat there; on a corner lane
Asked him – “When do you appear? ”
He said; ” when it hurts here. ”
I saw the man touch the mid of his chest, Curious, I did become and soon made it my quest.
Moving through the fog of graven memory,
Slowly, slowly yet I did hurry.
For I had a little much to discover,
Concealed myself as he cower.
Heard him say ” trust he was ”
The aura around whispered, alas!
He continued – “trust, he who provoked me.
Once broken could make any man plea”
I tried to ease him, about the evil of trust,
Thought to myself then, isn’t it a must.
Perplexed I was, then I rose
Walked into the dark, just to dispose