Inquietude

Fright, panic, and agitation,

unsheathe a plight of outright sorrow,

My heart drums tunes of apprehension,

as the chin of gold, the moon, narrows

The night crawls, and the darkness, unveiled,

austere thoughts of anxiety awake,

Sweat surged and inner voices exclaimed,

the daunting wind gusts across my nape

A play of fear bestowed by darkness,

the trees of night seep through my veins,

Arise the profound shades of harrowing black,

and grotesque red that cries all shame

Oh please, I want to seek every sense of solace,

a relief that provides immense bliss,

I wish I could be the one, valorous,

but the etched screams of my soul seem abyss

Rasa: Bhayanaka (Fear)

- Mridini Sivakumar

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