Praising the one when he is dead
making him a saint
apart from all follies
away from all flaws
has become the practice.
Know not why it has become so
When one is alive
he faces confrontations
and suffers verbal attacks
even physical assaults.
The moment he passes away
he is spoken high off
his negatives become positives
growing high in image
held in esteem by the very same
who talked ill of him.
Wonder ,why such things happen.
Feel, why not people behave normally.
Sense, a quality of belittlement.
Experience, a toxic level of excitement.
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