Fear of Change

Afraid? Who should I afraid? The two legged animal Or the four footed? Should I afraid of your might Or the lure of your wealth, No mortar, no bullet Death is the porter Of poetess Dickinson’s father’s lodge Life is a cheater, a **** When hardship comes It slicks away to another land Comes back when you have enough honey Out of your labour whatever you produce Eats up all like a queen I am afraid of none If I am going to afraid of anything That is I As I never know When my mood swings What I have disliked till date Without my knowledge I start to love That’s the fear of unknown change