Days pass and so do years,
the thing that hasn’t changed
is profound fear.

To speak my heart or my mind,
in churning confusion
does my soul grind.

Neither way am i content,
why this hatred
and incessant resent?

Rising shadows and dimmer lights
haunt me, muddle me,
keep me up all night.

Oh dear heavens, cite me reason,
enlighten me, vacant me
of all vexation, all treason.

~K.  (कृतिका)