Figures and contours fade,
Black space is the glade,
Nocturnal sounds are heard,
Achinophobic mind, senses blurred,
Will it be dark forever?
Which route should I consider?
My senses wither,
As darkness gathers,
It is a curious state,
Thoughts have no gate,
To open for glittering light,
Decipher the truth bright.
( Doubts cause fear in our minds. we are not able to sense the bright truth.)
