Fearful thoughts become routine in nights
When fear is feared in dead end of the days
Fear becomes fearful in nightmares
So long as fear sees in facial expression of others
The world passes sometimes in fear
The ordinary mortal we humans fear
Where the idea of fear hounds the mind
I fear may be the new trends of fearsome stories
Heaps of fear bundled in carry bags
And disposed in depth of seas sometimes
Bundles of hopes filled in those empty bags
And keeps in space of peace that accompany
The footprints that gives the courage
To forward march without fear we wish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thought of fear is more dreadful than facing the real danger. Let mind be totally rid of fear and face things come what may. Bundle all fears and send them to sea - seems to be a nice concept. Beautiful poem. Thank you.