Shape of fear

A shape cuts through a sleep
By twin hillocks like a rabbit

Scampering away from fear.
Fear was shape like a snake

Crossing our paths in hillock
With creeper in rock crevice

Crawling upon a recent rain
From a skin empty after fear.

Fear was a shape of son talk,
His words vaporized in tree

In wind that swayed a baby
Like mother’s love, in bricks

She carried , on a cloth head.
Mom carried bricks like fear

On a cloth ring on her head.
A fear about baby son’s fall

Swayed a tree’s cloth swing
In sleep, a shape called son.

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