>≫Fear Poem by Abdul Wahab

At the dead hour of the night
I was shaking with severe cold
It was not fever when I checked
An uncanny fear gripped my soul
The bricks of the walls of my room
Looked back at me with direful eyes
When I casually looked at them
They started to dance with funny sounds
With a bed sheet when I covered my head

In my mind that fearful moment
Rushed in many a scary thought
what, if they come close and in voice low
could I claim protected and safe from fear
for just being covered from head to toe?
no way, yet, in the morning
i found myself alive and great
for this, half of the credit goes
to my will power another to my fate


If the incidents were in reality
Or mere my illusion
To day what is that to you to know
I passed the night with much hardship
I am alive and I wish to let it go
But I have learnt a bitter lesson
If you live in ghetto, in between many a wall
On the skin of your neck a persistent fear will crawl.