A dormant volcanic eruption, <br />When bursts, bursts with quakes, <br />Vomits havoic fiery substance, <br />Burns mind, body and soul. <br /> <br />A blurring cataract in the eyes, <br />Darkens the vision, mists the realities. <br />A fatal poison with no remedy; <br />More relentless when works among <br />The life partners and loyal companions. <br /> <br />One’s own blood and flesh seem alien, <br />Sets homes on fire where from, <br />Nothing emits but smoke from ashes. <br />Fortunate are those who ward off, <br />The vehement attacks defending well, <br />And keep themselves moderately poised.<br /><br />Muhammad Shanazar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-suspicion/
