I grew listening a peculiar proverb,
‘Barking dogs seldom bite.'
But life taught me a different lesson,
They not only bite
Rather they leave you off white.
With the novel inkling I got terrified,
Started avoiding the bully ones
But to my surprise
They followed me like a menace.
I sprinted out of fear
Leaving invaluable on the ground,
But the critical hour showed me
A big fat hound.
I stopped, trembled,
Murmured and whispered,
Calling for my protector,
I wished I could turn
The poison into nectar.
But none came to rescue
Hopeless, I decided to succumb,
Seeing him glaring at me
I horrifically got numb.
When I was
on the verge of surrendering,
A miracle happened,
During the sacred hour
I heard someone roaring.
I felt grateful
As the hound rushed out of my sight,
Enlightening me with a fresh thought
That appeared too bright.
Fear grows within
Scaring you more and more,
But once you challenge its strength,
It pledges 'never to come to the fore.'
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain