I’m scared.
I’m scared of living in this cruel world.
I’m scared of again getting hurled.
I do not fear to admit this anymore.
Yes, I’m scared. But aren’t you too?
I’m scared of the fact that, from people,
So unattached, now I’ve grown.
I’m scared, because love has
Always brought pain to me.
But I’ve always wished, when I grow old,
I want to wake up next to the love of my life,
I’ve always wished to have a small house.
A small house on my own farm.
But I’m scared that I’m going to
Die alone in my own arms.
-Abhishek Gupta