Fear

By Anushka Singh

Digging my mind for every question I have.

For every dream which I wanted to set.

Sometimes I ask myself, what is the reason I am trying to be in depth?

Chasing things like a brat.

What if I won t get that.

So what was that? which is making me sad.

Tangled with all that trash.

When I again asked myself.

I got something bad.

So that is the fear I have.

By Anushka Singh