When fear grapples me,
The mind gets shallow,
Trying to discern something of the shadows.
Penning the reminiscences,
The timeless treasure; exquisite experience.
Off late I cognized,
Nothing real, all I have fantasized
And there’s no memory to cherish.
Grasping this, the fear grapples me again
In this loop, my life goes on.
©ranash
R