Time

a poem by Anup Chandran V

Running from a thousand fears,
hounding day and night.
Pounding heart and breathless,
countless, sleepless nights.
Every corner, a threat,
every shadow stalks in stealth.
Fires raging, threaten to lick,
the fears, they only multiply.
Sinister minds, heinous deeds,
hatching a thousand lies.
Assembly line of conspiracies,
peace of mind, shredded in the streets.
Leaden faces, blood shot eyes,
laughter stolen by the thieves death,
and flaunted in drunken revelry.
Obscene show of strength.
The business of fear,
in the marketplace of the times.
Anarchy.