By Barkha Poptani
When the creation of the pious world,
Was created a suspicion around
The fear of the people ,the fear of the sound
It is bonafide, as real as wound
The dreadful insecurities , the trivial obsessions
The society ought to talk about these alterations
A nyctophobia deserves to be in light
A agarophobian deserves to be in heights
Fears need to be spoken
Shall no one be that quiet
I say no soul remain unheard
I whisper no humane go blurred
Let’s utter our greatest trepidations
Let’s go valiant with complete intimation.
By Barkha Poptani
Deep