For fear of the thorn
I plucked not the rose
For fear of the pain
I touched not the thorn
For fear of fall and
fear of the flow
Neither did I run,
nor did I swim
Just walked on earth,
just waded in water
For fear of the sun and
fear of the rain
Neither did I toil
nor did I drench
Just hid in the shade,
under the roof
For fear of failure,
for fear of being lost
Neither did I try,
nor did I love
Just floated, just dreamt..
For fear of ridicule,
for fear of fame
Neither did I stand up
nor did I speak
For fear of disease,
for fear of death,
Neither did I eat,
nor have I lived
Just survived..
I just survive..
For fear of the thorn,
I plucked not the rose..
For fear of the pain,
I touched not the thorn.
Super….
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Fantastic sir👍👌👌👌
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Excellent presentation Sreenivasan
Very apt to the present situation.
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Nice 👌
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Excellent sir 🌟🤩💯
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Painful depiction of one’s heart. Good flow and Language. The brook shall develop into a stream soon.
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Thanks for your appreciation Sir. The poem speaks out the omnipresent Fear in every one. As you said, the Fear, which is a brook, should turn into a stream..
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Very good one.
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Well said.
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Thank You Anna.
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Makes perfect sense 👌 The answer lies in eliminating Fear and live a life in Faith!
Thanks Sang 👍
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Must say..you scribbled wisely !
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