Fear, Fear, Fear
Fear of the Unknown!
Suddenly
A bomb lands
On a building
A few paces
From her,
A crater remains
Where
The building stood,
Rubble strewn
All around.
A ball of fire
Shoots high
In the air.
Smoke rises
In the air
Like a mighty
Mushroom
And slowly
Vanishes
In thin air.
So does her
Fear!
Fear immobilises intelligence and his woman disappears unless fear is conquered
To conquer fear! What we suffer from is the fear of the unknown. Once we face it as a reality, we face it squarely, without fear.
There is nothing to fear but fear itself. Franklin D Roosevelt said, and there is something in that.
When we realise that what we have feared is a reality, Fear vanishes, and our mind regains courage enough to face the reality squarely. True, what Roosevelt said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fear mushrooms in our hearts… but vanishes