Fearful Life.

Fearful thoughts become routine in nights When fear is feared in dead end of the days Fear becomes fearful in nightmares So long as fear sees in facial expression of others The world passes sometimes in fear The ordinary mortal we humans fear Where the idea of fear hounds the mind I fear may be the new trends of fearsome stories Heaps of fear bundled in carry bags And disposed in depth of seas sometimes Bundles of hopes filled in those empty bags And keeps in space of peace that accompany The footprints that gives the courage To forward march without fear we wish.