Alone with my thought,I keep wondering
Don't really get myself,I keep myself asking
Have said I won't but I always catch myself
Why am I afraid,I keep asking myself
Is it past mistakes that can't be corrected?
Is it Life of free today,tomorrow wanted?
Is it dark and its darkness?
I know not if it is light and its whiteness.

Is it something in me?
Or because I can see not the incoming pyramid of tribulations?
Afraid that if it happened,I won't find solution?
What may come before nightfall is fearing me?

Afraid! Why am I afraid?
And in life,what worth afraid?
That makes me fright at the passage of rats that calls at nights
That makes me stone-dead at the clash of two metals when all are silent
What am I escaping when I tide myself with my bed's clothes?
Is it because,as myth says,genies and jinns who wear no clothes?

I know not,I know not what worth fear
Trying to be calm and compose and fear only Fear
Is it good and its darkness?
Is it evil and its lightness?
But still I catch myself afraid
Oh! Why am I afraid?
- Jimson Jaat Taofik
Culled : www.facebook.com/tragedyofjaat