Strange Fear

Strange Fear In my yard have grown an idea Like people grow the seed of weed I wish I could share with you And that would have been better But if I could not out of strange fear And that too would not be unfair either So I keep it in the rucksack of cloud And wait silently till it bursts In my cell have grown some valuable thoughts Like people nurture vegetable in their backyard I wish if i could show them or sell them As people do their painting in galleries And that would have been an idea better But if I could not out of peculiar fear And still that too would not be an idea unfair So I keep them in the cracks of waves And wait silently till the foam reaches its shore.