By Debapriya Sarkar
What do I fear?
I fear not the world.
I fear doth the world.
I fear not the world, strange and unknown,
not the wriggling low minds that tries and fails to chop my dream's flutter.
I fear doth the world, the known visages, the hearts I thought I can build home with , the mind that preach me yet stops my practice.
This play of known of being unknown, the masque of good and mind of evil, the cloak of bond and action of dispute, erodes and barrens, I am afraid of desertification!
Deserts of my emotions! I fear!