Afraid?
Who should I afraid of?
The two legged animal
Or the four footed beast?
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 slut
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 myself
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.
If I am going to be afraid of anything that is myself when my moods change, excellent. We probably feel the same way at times.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes I should be afraid of my wavering moods.................self control and motivation is the greatest achievement.....I invite you to read my poems.....Thanks.