Grievances-II
Grievances come in innumerable shapes.
And tie the humans in all sorts of knots
Nobody, their cutting edge, escape,
They are the human minds blindest spots.
A chagrinned soul, a heart filled with gripe,
A mind uttering unheard silent yells,
They are hundred kinds and thousand types,
Innocuous looking tiny cancerous cells
But once they get an entry or toe- hold,
They take over words their story can be told,
In simple words their story can be told,
Once they take the roots they quickly grow.
They enter human bones by furtive means,
And blast their living marrow to smithereens.
