The two legged animal
Or the four footed beast?
Should I afraid of your might
Or the lure of your wealth,
No mortar, no bullet
Death is the porter
Of poetess Dickinson’s father’s lodge
Life is a cheater, a slut
When hardship comes
It slicks away to another land
Comes back when you have enough honey
Out of your labour whatever you produce
Eats up all like a queen
I am afraid of none
If I am going to afraid of anything
That is myself
As I never know
When my mood swings
What I have disliked till date
Without my knowledge
I start to love
That’s the fear of unknown change.