Mockery of Introspection

I am a fearful person,

And God, is not the reason.

For all those who made it tradition,

That we should be scared of God, without reason. 

My mind, as usual,

Causes interruption,

And dips in intrusion.

Why apprehension?

When God himself did follies,

And had that faulty dimension?

Why mistakes are treated,

As despised detention?

As if there is dearth of vision,

To redefine the miscalculation.

Why not these wrongs have their rights?

When everything has its flipside?

While considering all this,

I took a stride,

And found mockery on roadside.

I could spot some pebbles on the way,

So threw the question to be slayed.

Pebbles had a hidden mystery,

Dipped deep in colour of mockery. 

Never did any pebble thought,

That being a stone,

Was something to opt.

So they lived, stayed where they were.

Mocking all those,

Whose quest they could not conquer.

Sometimes no reaction,

Is the best reaction. 

And with this thought,

I patted my introspection,

For once again,

Going against the wind,

And combating the season.