Scared

You are not here with me.
You are not here with me
To face the storm.
I am so scared
I am so scared that
I am not even peeping into the balcony
To see what the storm has done
                    to my half-wet clothes;
Are those still hanging?
Or are those torn by the wind?
You know, when I am scared
I just close my eyes;
And think everything is alright!
Like the rabbit
I bury my head in my burrow
And mutter "everything is alright."

Lucknow, India