Sacrilege

Somewhere here I put what I did not get Pressing by my thumb under the roof of the wind Tying them tight in handkerchief with the golden thread Could you remember my fate? Being a bit forgetful I faintly remember I put them here somewhere In the long and holy pocket of a white cloud In the squire box of honest light In between the layers of suspended waves After searching long At last I find them out And they are all now at my tight fist Yet a sense of fear always creeps in And I crawl inside from the fear of losing something valuable In the war against the unknown darkness Though I know clearly Full awareness of this uncertain life not possible Yet I am killing myself with the overdose of ignorance Oh! Light bring me some courage of knowledge and awareness I want to live few more years in piece without the sacrilege of fear and doubt.