Chains and Shadows

                -Bhim Parjol 

Bhim Parjol

Lure not the eye with air that veils the ground,
Where beasts march blind and ethics fall apart.
Their stifled tracks refuse to make a sound—
Corruption blooms where cries of pain do start.

The self grows still, identity estranged,
As lustful claims silence critique’s pure flame.
Though Menaka and Matsya shift and change,
Their truths suppressed in shame that dares not name.

Before whose gaze shall protest set its plate?
This chain devours its links with hungering dread.
The evidence is scorched by hands of state,
And morals die where vengeance lifts its head.

This is the hour to rise—unite, align.
Tear down the walls, and shatter every line.