Nuances of the unprecedented claims
still, they shake, before me smeared
in prayers, the voices turn bleak.
Incongruous becomes the wayworn teach
forever still, for such they seek.
Underscore this, at costs unbelievable.
My mankind comes to this.
In pockets, not roses
but blades are keeps.
At midnight, he and she,
drain eyes, drowning pillows in weeps.
O! Human! Can not you see this?
Five empty chairs and none to sit.
(The Stories beneath the eyes.)