Fear of seed
It was a sunny sunday, No one came to my home, Every one got ready for the picnic, I had no money to join. I sat in the small hall sadly, My father returned home, He hung his shirt on the stand, There was no one in the hall. I tried to steal the money, I crept up to the shirt like a thief, Soon I searched in the pocket , And I found more money in it. I changed my mind suddenly , My seed of fear menaced me , My compulsion forced me to steal, But my fear forced me not to do it. After a long and difficult struggle, I had the courage to ask my father, He suddenly gave me the money , My seed of fear faded at once.
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