MY CUP OF
FEAR
-
A. Judes Jalaja (India)
It’s
all over there; everywhere I try to enter,
to
catch me unawares-
Jammed
between my soles and the pedals,
trying
to pull me hither and thither
with
its puppet strings.
After
many a battle-less defeat
I
decided to free myself
of my
listless fancy to
take a
stroll
hand-in-hand
with imagination.
And I
thought it right
to
repair my fallen wings
and
stick back to the sides
as a
child would do to its toy birds.
I
raised myself up for a trial flight
across
the vast expanse of my countless dreams.
Suddenly,
I heard the cracking, and then the crashing.
Now I
know that the enemy is around
with
his newly recruited army
to
make sure that I dream no more
and
don’t even dare to imagine.
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