Why All These...?

My breath is hot,
My heart beats fast,
My hands quakes the most,
My face covers with sweat,
Why all these? because
You come near me.

My legs with twists,
My eyes with tears,
My lips with shivers,
My head with shakes says...
I didn't want you to...

My necks felt a hard wood
Which crawled around,
Oh! its your hand?
Is it halt there? NO!
It spreads.

My eyes poured.
But yours?- Ogled.
My heart rushed
to go out.
Your hands chained.

Is that you I believe?
Is that you my parents believe? Oh...
Whom do I make to believe?
Where do I go for rescue?