Blame Them Not.

It's one thing to fall,
Another to stay.
Yet another to sense segregation,
A solitude that builds a fierce wall of wariness.

The fear of ascending a staircase of conviction,
Only to be turned around to and pushed down to oblivion,
Is what makes the untrue reality a mirage of faultlessness. 

They have known the sensation of hands turning blue,
Out of the chill of ruthless deception,
They have lived through bouts of dreadful lunacy,
Following the enlightenment of hostile dejection.

So blame them not to be inept to rely.
Blame them not to be reluctant to bestow.
It's always more than what meets the eye,
Blame them not, because they have known the sounds of the sighs.

– Divya Rathi