Fret

Something fret I came,
across sloped like a bog,
that something might happened,
here, nightmares are hazards,
if at once one jumped towards,
that shallow that is now fret,
the world seems risky too,
if ever one did or didn't,
commit it that way,
but if it is now, then I am a,
prey like that my prey,
and I fear the situation,
because when compared it is very,
clear that I may have,
catcher?.

Bamanga Bashir
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 11/09/2020

Poet's note: Life is a risk one has to be careful.
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