i pressed my knees <br />against the chest <br />hard and harder <br />the hold of my hands <br /> <br />layin' into a corner <br />in my own house <br />in my known lane <br />it is very cold this time they say <br /> <br />they are not planning their vacations <br />the people <br />they are desperate to see the next morning <br />the mob <br /> <br />too cold to sit like that <br />the fist growing tight <br />one can count the wrinkles <br />on my forehead <br /> <br />what happened to my ambition <br />i forgot when i have stretched my arms last time <br />i forgot all tastes other than pain <br />no wonder, is it moving or ceased? don't know! <br /> <br />everything seems dead <br />even my body shivering with fear <br />and the mess spread all over <br />where they said the mob was attacked <br /> <br />i close my eyes <br />and feel the touch of mother to my palms <br />when i was a toddler <br />and her breath, warm, killing all my shiverin' <br /> <br />i took deep breath <br />last time i wish to stretch my arms, legs <br />i jumped on my toes, screaming 'NO' <br />i won't let myself shivering in fear like always <br /> <br />this cold blood can't write the truth <br />but i will <br />hold me my mob, my people and i'll hold you <br />to kill the fear, to kill the fear! <br /> <br />and i was stretched after a long time <br />huh' a feel of relief!<br /><br />Tarun Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fear-222/
