The Strange Fear
Not wholly unusual, it does come
Cast the limbs dry and mind feeble
No morn or saddness, fear it is
Does it cast shadows on lives of some?
Perhaps not, I have read about it
In books holy and by scholars able
No forms or figure, fear it is
Dreaded and feared even in wit.
Primaeval it may be and immortal
A song of the mind, a satire on days
No shallow or without, fear it is
Deep within arises and pervades all.
Universe shaped by strange fear
Through mind in sinister ways
No eyes or light to see, fear it is
Yet the blackness shines fine and clear.
Shine! that's my perpetual being
I shall be consumed? no, not at all
Shininess to black though fear it is
Lie back and enjoy the holy thing!
Vivek Kumar
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