Every so often I envisage
fear is what
makes me powerful
Makes my life livable
Accords me fighting spirit
Bullies uglies monsters
Will I thrive further, I ponder
Without that I won’t test my limit
The constant crash and thrash
What lead me to deal the pain
It’s fear
at the end what I gain
Or wait
May be it’s courage what I attain
Fear of losing me in the ugly crowd
Fear of choosing wrong over my pride
Myriad hours of ruminating
Will my grit over fear
ever be shouted out
A celebrated soul
Vision beyond horizon
Faith overload
Handful of empathetic weapon
Emoluments of decorated person
From time to time I challenge my fear
You jab me down
Abatement will steer
By and by
I will pick up my heavy heart
Dust off my dirt
I will walk in my set path
With a head higher
You can’t win my dear fear
- Suchismita Panda
Chicago, USA
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Shubhapallaba, an online Odia Magazine publishing quarterly since January 2018. The main aim of Shubhaplallba is to increase the reader and improve all the writeups in different languages.
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