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.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Beyond Within — A collection of writings 1964-1974, Agni Press, 1975
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