sometimes i asks
fear
what is your reason
for being here
with me?
it has been long
and we haven't known
each other too well
why are you staying?
why me?
i look at it
straight in the eye
confronting it
with my own bravery
telling it
you cannot stay with me
forever
for even with fear
i too get
bored with you
and then, as you insists,
i accepted you
and let you be just you in me
and since then
we live in peace
in harmony with ourselves
for fear, you too,
are a reality,
something sour in
my salad
yet makes the whole
thing
delicious to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem