5 O'clock Call
We all are fighting with different kind of fears. Whether it's fear of judgement or fear of facing our own faults, I don't know. It might be fear of losing, losing someone, losing battles, losing our own self. Similar feelings, different matters... I'll not blabber more here, I've no words today. Lot of things are happening in personal life. I'm leaving you with this poem, which I'd written few hours ago while sitting on my writing desk. When the phone rings in the early hours of morn, everyone in home gets a feeling of a familiar fear, We're scared! A questioned stare we give each other There's a silence we share. One of us volunteers to pick up the phone, Somewhere aware, Prepare ourselves to mourn. We should skip this call, Let's not call back Try to avoid whatever on stake. There's ring again but we're already prepared to face, even though we're scared.