Pellets They Throw
They question when you do good,
Doubting the intention with which you stood;
The lamp you were holding to show light,
Is mistaken as devastating missile.
The dirt in your hands,
That was clinging while cleaning;
Is scornfully seen as,
Maligned interests of ruining.
Every step forward you take,
Threatens them;
And, pellets they throw,
To keep you away.
Insecure hearts like these,
Should know, humans are no one's property;
You might put tags to claim your rights,
But, love and care is beyond those boundaries.
Doubting the intention with which you stood;
The lamp you were holding to show light,
Is mistaken as devastating missile.
The dirt in your hands,
That was clinging while cleaning;
Is scornfully seen as,
Maligned interests of ruining.
Every step forward you take,
Threatens them;
And, pellets they throw,
To keep you away.
Insecure hearts like these,
Should know, humans are no one's property;
You might put tags to claim your rights,
But, love and care is beyond those boundaries.
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