Fear Poem by Suhail Kakorvi

I have a niece named Humaira
She has a habit to keep things in proper order
And I am just reverse
But being afraid of her I do not figure flowers in washbasin by spitting betel mixed saliva
I have no option but to spit upon thoroughfare
That man stands on my doorstep
on whose shirt red spots were clear
What he will do to me? I shivered
I could not come out of my house for hours together
Fear only fear
Inside as well outside
Humaira speaks very little
But expression of her eyes ff!
The other day she was sleeping
And I was busy in conversation on my mobile phone loudly
she wake up, came before me and silenced my voice
I was having tea on the same balcony
All at once cup fell and was broken into pieces
That very person appeared downwards
And Humaira upwards
My heart began to sink
Hasan Mustafa a sweet child of the house was comfortably eating chips
Farah was engrossed in watching a T.V.serial
Everyone looked free from any kind of fear
And..I......?
See cup was never broken
There was no existence of that man
Neither of red spots
Fear has turned fancy into reality
This turned to be my mental state due to fear
My imagination ran riot
Fear psychosis may be the diagnosis of the physicians
What should I do?
Can I be systematic?
Nay I have to remain fear stricken
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