82. I fear

I fear to speak, I fear to speak.
My tongue is killed, my heart is weak.

I fear to think, I fear to think.
My mind is wild and apt to sink.

I fear to see, I fear to see.
I eat the fruits of ignorance-tree.

I fear to love, I fear to love.
A train of doubts around, above.

I fear to be, I fear to be.
Long dead my life of faith in me.

Sri Chinmoy, My Flute.First published by Agni Press in 1972.

This is the 11th book that Sri Chinmoy has written since he came to the West, in 1964.

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