Fear Is A Turtle

By Ashish Rathore

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Fear is a turtle

Walking over my conscious

Swimming inside my subconscious,

Gradually pacing, penetrating the deep insides,

Feeding, on the fishes and worms

Of my thoughts and actions;

Encroaching my visible scope

De-fueling, retarding me with inculcations;

It has a shell, enlarged!

With its crust made so hard,

And its epicardium unfathomable aghast;

It lives on and on

Longer than my own will, here and thereon;

With negligible senescence

It grows, on and on…

Seldom it dismantles and reveals,

And often it disguises of adorable charm

It ruptures and breaks my will,

Praises my dreads

And often form terrains

And gets attention as per its needs

It’s not fragile, it’s deft in deeds

It’s not slow, it’s smarter indeed

It lays its eggs in my conscious

And leaves them returning to its bloom;

Sowing in them

Its seeds

Of unwavering precedence,

Left to grow

Daunting me, pushing apart

Rendering on their own

They’ll feed on me

And then through the stream

They’ll travel in me

From one pole to another

And the whole of me shall be marked

With their excreta and with their trails;

And the wetness in the beach’s porous sand

Would translate into trickles of sweat in my clumsy hand,

And for all of its diseases and predators,

It’ll have me scuffled in

And will set itself free

And it’ll live long and long

And forever maybe

Till it has its fishes and worms

And it has a life long

Longer than my own

And so it lives on and on

Slow and laid back it maybe

But it’s perpetual

And it thus lives on and on

By Ashish Rathore