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.
From “My Flute” by Sri Chinmoy
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