My Going - 2 Poem by Gajanan Mishra

My going,
Is with me
And wondering
And fearing
Often.
Though, to fear,
There is nothing.

My going,
Not in competition of
Any kind anywhere.
Of course,
Tapping,
Doubting,
Dreaming,
Turning,
Burning
Sometime
For something.

My going
Rapping
Napping
And hesitating
Also
At some other time
Beating
Rustling
Repeating
Repenting
Entreaties
And telling
Without words
And murmuring
Whispering.

Is there anybody
To control
My going?