My Mind Is Not Without Fear..

As my mind is not without fear, My head can't be held high in pride, The fear of persecution, The fear of losing the week end outings, The fear of a zero during evaluation, The fear of truth that may blast at right time, The fear of a delayed pay cheque, The fear of bidding goodbye to luxury and comfort, The fear in me grows slowly with daily experience, I can't keep my head high with pride, As the tomorrows always add more fear, In my strange rooms of fear, Not visible to anyone, as everyone has their own, But hides and daringly smiles on the roads, Once return to their home, It catches them as the claws of the crabs, To their living room and then to their bed, Human are redesigned to be the cowards, The divided walls of their own home witness.