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, every mind,
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 .