When you slip with a sudden thought

……………………………………………………………. {Rakshitha Reddy}

You look around, but do not notice,
You walk fretted, all your pace,
And happen to slip with a sudden thought,
That turns your cheeks hot.

You carry it and harbor it in mind,
Because you desire to hold it on
Still you attempt to drain it off,
But you stammer because it’s hard.

You search for colors amidst darkness
You do not know, there torch exists,
Within the walls of your conscience,
For you are unsure of its essence.