Crisis Of Concience.

Bounded by laws, often laid down by self's Conventional duties and senses. Offended By breakage of scrupulous habits.Shelving Fastidiously notions of change, we keep Laying down blame. Propriety ending every Aim, stony-souled dogmas we chisel deeply. When however with wholeness emerged, torrents Of enlightened thoughts unfold. Insightful leaps In awakened Self help concience to strive To see both sides, the dark and light of events. Seeing through former blinds clearly, we find Evil but merely a sort of a tortured good Which has longings too strong. We leave behind The ugly word 'Should', and choose never again To condemn others as 'hatless' when a hood Only lightly our own head covers. Concience hits Crisis, and met, needs discerning. No longer Walking in shade, we face light as something missed. We judge no-one evil because they're not good. Crisis, thus solved makes us sensibly stronger.