Sunday, September 02, 2007


The fearful agony
Is still intact with me
Though many times
Stubbornly I shirked it hard.

I refused that pain
Which, always frowns
Upon my freedom
Chaining me slave-like
to fear of pain.

It remains and I believe it is here to stay
To accompany this mortal to his grave
To rest in peace with this unrest mind
And its fearful to think, I may have to go with ‘fear’.

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1 comment:

  1. So much of agonies in this poem. Very touching. Hope you are fine. Take care my friend. God Bless.