Endless Fear

The Girl With A pear earring by Johannes Vermeer.

There is a tree name the myrtle

From my window I see it everyday.

Somewhere I met you

When the sky was full of moon.

I keep my windows always open

Because I can feel your smell from the flowers.

I live near to the ground

Because I have acrophobia.

Sometimes I wake up

With nightmares of falling from the high.

Nowadays I discover

There is another phobia

Creating inside me and it is philophobia.

This fear starts when you know

Society do not accept few loves

Judging on caste, religion and age.

The fear became endless

When you see the person you love

Really cares about the society.

I would not close the windows

Because you means the myrtle to me.