The Voice That Sounds Like Sense Poem by ashok jadhav

Fear does not speak in trembling or in cries;
It wears the tone of caution, calm and wise.
It lists the risks with measured, careful breath,
And calls retreat a form of prudent thought.
I nod, convinced by logic neatly framed,
Unaware whose interest it protects.
It borrows facts and dresses them as proof,
Recalls old failures polished into rules.
What might be courage it renames as haste;
What might be hope, it labels foolish dream.
So step by step, the door remains untried,
Locked by conclusions that appear correct.
Only in stillness do I hear the truth:
That reason served as mask for being afraid.