Fear & light


We don't know to fear what,
& yet we oblige,
now look so many of them have been bought,
at the cost of something sold,
that one should have not.

I need more, more light than I thought,
to dwell on my words,
otherwise I fear,
like my words are blurry,
age is a bomb of time,
which has thrown the words,
for me to write,
my courage loosens up,
& fear is all I invite. & If not light,
then let the words die devoid of it,
or go to someone else's roof,
& then leaving everything
I shall live.