I bear in mind the moment I was tug'd
Out of the fortress of my mother's womb
When by some trepidation I was rock'd
If outside held me in the arms of doom -
The light,the sound,the touch...the whole unknown,
Uncanny open if it in sinister siege
Deprived me of my mum's impregnable haven
Till she hid me in her skirt's comfort and ease.
Since then have I examined my innate fear
And know it comes, comes with ingress of each tik
Of time that our irrational mind's un'ware -
With surging threats yet more obscured, more bleak...
Unguarded moves our life, unsure and naive
As fear overwhelms us from cradle to grave.
-- N P Samal
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