The moon is angry about my return
The night is tolerating my pains
Through the streets of dark nights
There is me and the fear

Alone beneath the moonlight
I am weeping as she declared me guilty
While I touched her talks
Of my fidelity and the fear

If I faced a hundred colours
Why tussle on these notions?
In the colours I only found
The mess of ghosts and the fear

Played with stars up to the dawn
And these seconds crisscrossed
My timid heart and mind
Lost like a child and the fear

This post first appeared on The Kashmir Pulse

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