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Fear of seed

It was a sunny sunday,                                                                                            No one came to my home,                                                                                    All were prepared for the picnic,                                                                              I had no money to join it .                                                                                           I sat in the hall sadly,                                                                                             My father returned to home,                                                                                 He hanged his shirt on stand,                                                                              No one was in the huge hall.                                                                                            I tried to steal the money,                                                                                       I went near the shirt like a thief,                                                                     Soon I searched in the pocket ,                                                                           And I found more money in it.                                                                 Suddenly I changed my mind ,                                                                          My seed of fear menaced me ,                                                                             My conscious compelled to steal,                                                                       But my fear forced me not to do.                                                                    After a long struggle of fight,                                                                                    I had courage to ask father,                                                                                  He gave me the money suddenly,                                                                          At once my seed of fear faded.

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Gray Squirrel Date: 8/23/2025 9:57:00 AM I Read at least 3 Poems In This And Understood A Growing Number Of Individual Circumstances. Login to Reply Balasubramaniyan Venkataramani Date: 8/23/2025 8:19:00 PM Bro, thanks for your good appreciation words.My poem is a sample and it echoes can found most of the community .I can write well poems in future.Thank you very much.veebee