Looking at that hooded figure staring back,
With feeling it might hit hard or even attack!
Why am I here or an escape way out, I have no track.
With darkness surrounded, its started to turn black.

With a fiery look, the one kept staring me in the eye,
A feeling aroused in me that the figure might cry,
Was I to make out is it my foe or friend or I, his ally?
With a silence so intense I could hear my own sigh.

When thy let their hand out, I found a barrier there,
My inner conscious started to hit me with a despair,
A weapon in the other hand brought up I got scare
With no choice left all I did was just stare and stare.

Then, there appeared marks on their own face
The figure then murmured same's your case
This is your own self - the one you disgrace
Let out the beauty within you'll embrace.

© Aarchi Advani Saini.!