Fear has increased immensely these days
Something seems to be getting lost—I recognize it—I know it
Yet it feels terribly unfamiliar
Is fear floating in the air?
Is fear a quicksand?
Is fear your very own lost face?
Fear stays awake all night long
I sit beside it in silence—
Dawn breaks. Gradually the light unfolds
Slowly, the branches of the Shirish tree spread their leaves
I get scared—
With deep fear, I watch an exquisite water lily
Carefully hiding its face inside the petals!
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