82. I fear

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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,My Flute, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1972
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