Fidelity Is Lost! Poem by Subrata Ray

The truth value of the self,
Isolates the evils,
With Fidelity, -the fence.

The apparent world,
Rests on some fidelities rooms,
As the sea, hill, and the sky.

Man erects Fidelity to rebuild the self,
Of the nothingness that abounds,
In ambitions’ race to corruption’s home.

His nowhere is the easy –compromise,
With the effacing of the fence,
Then the evil within with evil without,
Mingle and dance!