In a quiet mind, where thoughts dwell,
Suspicion pops with a poisonous spell.
A whisper, a doubt, a tremble of fear,
It crawls in unseen, then it's suddenly clear.
Like a secret thief in the dead of night,
It steals away peace, it dims the light.
A cancerous seed in the heart it sows,
Where trust was, now suspicion grows.
It colors perceptions, twists the view,
Creating rifts where once there were two.
Creating unwanted thoughts, confusing the mind,
Leaving loved ones and peace far behind.
When it grows, hearts break and gets torn,
Bridges get burned, relationships are worn.
For suspicion, once it takes its hold,
Leaves scars that are deep, cannot be told.
Families torn apart, bonds broken,
Words unspoken, love life gets shaken.
The past dragged into the present day,
Ensuring happiness to fade away.
To heal the wounds, to mend the pain,
Trust should return like gentle rain.
Leaving the past where it rightfully lies,
Accepting the present like clear skies.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
