Retreats Poem by Subbaraman N V

The black dog fiercely barks
Runs behind me as if to bite and blast
Run I don't but bend to ground
As if to take a pebble to hound
Dog retreats yet barks
In shrill and feeble voice that fades!

Life's problems and worries stare
With its swollen red eyes that scare
Run I don't but look with force
As if to drive them away and face
With strong will and wit, grit and faith
Problems and worries RETREAT and fade!