Fear Poem by Tushar Ray

The fear of terror is now running abound
All over our globe by terrorist acts
But knowing all facts and how to combat
We must be alert but not panic struck

Genuine fear is like the good old wine
A bit of which is good for our brain
As it stimulates the nerve making us alert
Just ready to act but not panic struck

Fear is powered by might of our thought
That at times gets stronger than us
Thus giving undue focus to fearful thoughts
We make giant starting to control us

Imaginary fear is like a teen drinking wine
Feeding her heart more than the brain
Helps building up her more evil emotions
Fueling fire of her commotion within

The purpose of life is to have fun in actions
And of imagined fear is to spoil all that
Making us suffer in many needless reactions
Painfully real for our mind and heart

One should never let fear grow in the mind
And never let fear possess the soul
Thus never falling in the trap of terrorists
We can defeat the purpose of a terrorist-goal
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