Fleeing from Fears?

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An evocative by Lily. She talks of fears here.

Fears perched like  petrified flies on a jaggery  heap
Fears like the whirlpool
In a muddy puddle
Choking thrashing Mephistopheles like  fears
Chilling icicles of protruding
Needle sharp fears
Hanging like nooses from prison ceilings                          
Soul crushing  bone shattering
Hammers of fears

Robbing dawn of its peachy bloom
Stamping on petals  of
The dusky rose
Halting streams that gurgle
on high
Gagging  the nightingale’s
Mellifluous chant
Stealing the thunder from
The lightning struck sky

Fears that feast on my                                
Gullible soul
Fears that pole vault like
Sergey Bubka
Striding the universe of
My sanctum sanctorum
You my fears are only fears
And I, my dear, no fears!

©Lily Swarn

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Lily Swarn

Lily Swarn

Lily Swarn won the Reuel International Prize for Poetry 2016, Global Poet of Peace and Universal Love, Global Icon of Peace from Nigeria, Virtuoso Award and Woman of Substance. A postgraduate in English from Panjab University, she taught at Sacred Heart College, Dalhousie. A gold medallist for Best All-round Student from GCG Chandigarh, she has University Colours for Dramatics. Widely published and interviewed, she authored, A Trellis of Ecstasy and Lilies of the Valley.
Lily Swarn
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