Doubt That

Doubt does not fade but consumes the colours desirously

Comes unassumingly like an innocent feeling at the door

Looks around curiously, but none can read those eyes

It starts with one simple question that feels authentic

Soon they transform into the executioner’s noose

Who is so daring enough to levitate above all this?

Ready for a panoramic view of the eroding life

It becomes a reconnaissance and evil events follow

Still doubtful about the actions to annihilate beliefs

In the heart, the soul, and existence; it’s a weakness

That innocent doubt conspires in the evilest way

~Amitav