The Path Is Fear Ridden Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

My path: how long; how far; how good; who knows?
The path seems clear yet there seems fear.
Vultures circle while chicks are on pecking;
Tigers prowl while cows are on grazing.
Fish, big and small, swim in the same lake.
Food is sought but dangers interfere;
Rest is sought but hunger demands a break.
Love is sought but bindings do throw a fright.

My path: how up; how straight; how wide; who knows?
The moon and stars dispel dark, so fear
But in my birth chart, they rule to my fear.
The God will save you, , the god men promise.
They did not take me to Ethiopia
Nor did they show me El Dorado.
I could find a place a pool or ditch
Only when I reach there, guidelines failing.

My path: how safe; how smooth; how live; who knows?
I fear animals and walk with men
In rows or as a part of caravan
And find animals better than men.
Phobia struck, I still wander with men,
Who I hope can be my companions,
Losing them as out of sight or dropp outs
In the course of my walk, fear undying..

My path: how rich; how cool; how free; who knows?
Set in a journey, I move as I’ve to.
The journey was born without my knowledge
And it would end with out any notice.
I move to prey and not to be a pray,
Hoping that I could succeed in my stay.
Each foot I set with hope along with fear.
Cheers or tears, I move as I’ve to.
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