When the fear cramps you,
Where your mind betrays you,
Your thoughts restrict you,
The moment which stuns you,
When it comes face to face,
That moment will never stay,
It will flow as the trees sway.
As it is not a cycle which goes,
It is a line of terror,
Which creates emotional tremors,
A line which intercepts every story,
Nothing fierce it can be except a deadline.
The time brings it along,
We try to stretch it out long.
Nobody but the time owns it I see,
But still given by people it seems.
It brings out a bouquet of feelings,
Fear and confidence a blend with team playing.
Faced by all at times,
The dilemma is, should it be offered?
Or shall it be applied?
A lot of interest it seems you have
As you read till now,
But I prefer that you go now,
As the time will not be a spectator,
You too have to be a worker.
I think you too have a deadline,
To match up and to conquer.
. Ayush saxena