Worry

by Swatantra Sharma

Some darkest hours
I gift myself
and later...
it turns out
that spinning yarns of
endless worry,
weaving yards of
fear and doubt
I was dressing
all doors and windows
and keeping
the sunshine out

21-Jan-2014

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Comments on this Poem

Thanks a lot ,for the visit Kulbir

Swatantra
29-Jan-2014 23:46 PM

So true!

Kulbir
21-Jan-2014 20:22 PM