The Most Dangerous Thing Poem by Pavan meena

Pain....of slicing your nack,
Of hole on your body, bullet built,
Of Yamraj's all sorely purgatories

Sarrow...of to be an orphen,
Of losing standing, of bemoan
Mother's to be aparted & away
From her little life,
Of own's death

Fear...of your life's last,
Of being beyound dreaded devil,
Of mid night crematorium,
To be in grif of cruel ISI

ARE nothing and even bearable
But to be in love with a flase beloved,
Proves more dreaded, dismal & dangerous