FEARLESS

FEARLESS

The morning-light that brings to life -
The treasures of the day;
The fearless mind to that awakes,
Proclaiming , “ come what may!”.

Harping on the missing zeal
And thoughts depressing –
Is no way to live a life ,
But living like a king .

What others do or others don’t
Does bother him the least .
Fired by that inner will
That dares tame the beast .

Sorrow seems to aid him now ;
For once it was his foe .
-“ Disenchanted ” of all love ,
for every thing must go .

Humans, if he was God ,
Would never have the mind ;
To overlook a hearts appeal ,
Though, it be this blind .

Seasoned by the treaded path ,
Tempered by his flaws .
Courage be his only shield .
“Death” - his only pause .