The Fear

In skies there it is black clouds Where darkness resembles in world The sound that I hear in my ear The noise that disturb the ear drum Is the sound is of the thunderbolt That comes from the heights, I fear The doors and windows are closed But still there are openings in home The air holes, and ventilators Those which I feel can't be closed A flashlight sometimes mistaken Where I fear the thunderbolt lightning Every time it as a threat to life But every thing has its own rules There I make my mind to ease with hope.