Figures and contours fade,Black space is the glade,Nocturnal sounds are heard,Achinophobic mind, senses blurred,Will it be dark forever?Which route should I consider?My senses wither,As darkness gathers,It is a curious state,Thoughts have no gate,To open for glittering light,Decipher the truth bright.
( Doubts cause fear in our minds. we are not able to sense the bright truth.)
