Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
The Fear - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
In skies there it is black clouds
Where darkness resembles in world
The sound that I hear in my ear
The noise that disturb the ear drum
Is the sound is of the thunderbolt
That comes from the heights, I fear
The doors and windows are closed
But still there are openings in home
The air holes, and ventilators
Those which I feel can't be closed
A flashlight sometimes mistaken
Where I fear the thunderbolt lightning
Every time it as a threat to life
But every thing has its own rules
There I make my mind to ease with hope.
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