HATING THE DARK

I was walking through the road
With full of merry and my dad

My tender hands were in his
I felt safe and was in a bliss

Overwhelmed by the spirit of life
I thought earth is a paradise

Then we reached near a drainage
It was thick and full of rotten garbage

I was horrified by the blackness
Water for me was gem like droplets

My smiles faded and died of slowly
In the midst I voiced a feeling slowly

"If I fell in this accidentally
Dad, it will give you trouble like hell"

I hoped he would tighten the hold of hands
But his reply dampened my beating heart

When I heard I would better be left off
Droplets appeared on my hands soft

This was one of my first encounters with blackness
And origin of my obsessive hatred against darkness

mashoodkk