Fear

At the dead hour of the night I was shaking with severe cold It was not fever when I checked An uncanny fear gripped my soul The bricks of the walls of my room Looked back at me with direful eyes When I casually looked at them They started to dance with funny sounds With a bed sheet when I covered my head In my mind that fearful moment Rushed in many a scary thought what, if they come close and in voice low could I claim protected and safe from fear for just being covered from head to toe? no way, yet, in the morning i found myself alive and great for this, half of the credit goes to my will power another to my fate If the incidents were in reality Or mere my illusion To day what is that to you to know I passed the night with much hardship I am alive and I wish to let it go But I have learnt a bitter lesson If you live in ghetto, in between many a wall On the skin of your neck a persistent fear will crawl.