Pandora's box Let the world fall on its feet Screwing out all shots On which it rotates With harmony of harsh or hurry Am the eagar one Giving name to all shades Of those particles of Footless footprint of that Earth Just to throw them back Into that universe as a stardust Where thousands of planets Make alive that pore of one goose And those falling stars Pour gleam in my illusions Anxiety inside me often make me Footnote at that bottom of boon Which itself limn little bit more From new appraisals how I open that Pandora's box To feel that wolf inside me I am anxiety , yes ,I am And fight with it everysecond No, I don't want to close That Pandora's box I just want to replace its Nooks of poison with nooks Of poetry about survival Afterall Pandora's box was My own deed of anxiety (I want to live empirical life no matter there will be a Magic box or Pandora's box.) ©jeelpatel #pandorasbox #poetry #world