I fear not the glow of the rising sun.
I fear the perils that leave the tasks undone
I fear not the failure in examination
I fear the education that kills imagination.
I fear not the dearth of money
I fear stretching my palm in times of exigency.
I fear not the love's magical flow
I fear the burial of unspoken love in the grave of uncertain tomorrow.
I fear not the hurting word
I fear if there would be a day when I leave every word unheard
I fear not the untimely death
I fear the burial of notable thoughts under the blanket of ceased breath.
Copyright © Swetha Vangaveti | Year Posted 2019
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