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A Mild Fear.


The mind is not at rest.


A mild fear is now in the mind

it could terribly bind

sit there with  thoughts in an intercept

all my ideas appear to be in  debt

a twinge crosses in a flash

will I survive the dash?

a poignant intrusion settles me down

I keep staring with a frown

could that I fear turn not so

if it returns it would be a blow

I decide to take the plunge straight

hope it works out in the direction right

if not I would fall shattered

as of now I am in a state battered

well, let us see the vantage the day next

the day things would be put to a test.mild fear

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By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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