He who is afraid of stark darkness; is never accepted
by brilliant daylight,

He who is afraid of inexplicable pain; is never
accepted by perennial joy,

He who is afraid of barbaric betrayal; is never
accepted by passionate fantasy and sizzling romance,

He who is afraid of fulminating lava and blistering
heat; is never accepted by rosy winter with moist ice
cascading freely from the skies,

He who is afraid of an ocean of augmenting tears; is
never accepted by amicable smiles,

He who is afraid of the fathomless expanse of a yawn;
is never accepted by boisterous energy,

He who is afraid of profound emptiness and more than a
million hours of boredom creeping in; is never
accepted by flowing time,

He who is afraid of ghastly accidents occurring
uncannily on the streets; is never accepted by
electric paced race,

He who is afraid of overwhelming work and rivers of
perspiration dribbling out; is never accepted by
frolic play,

He who is afraid of ghosts and appalling horror; is
never accepted by the stupendous angel,

He who is afraid of blatant lies; is never accepted by
the definitions of impeccable truth,
He who is afraid of abashing abuse and an armory of
unheard expletives; is never accepted by the sweet
melody in sound,

He who is afraid of the blanket cover of horrendous
black; is never accepted by sparkling white,

He who is afraid of scorching thirst; is never
accepted by gushing rivers of white water,

He who is afraid of licentious desires and the chapter
of procreation; is never accepted by the domains of
any religion,

He who is afraid of violent whirlpools and tumultuous
storms; is never accepted by the pleasant evening,

He who is afraid of the hissing reptile; is never
accepted by the chimneys of glittering gold,

He who is afraid of crumbling in shambles on the
ground; is never accepted by the twin pair of robust
legs,

He who is afraid of wholesome silence; is never
accepted by the virtue of eloquent speech,

He who is afraid of clusters of hideous fungus; is
never accepted by the rubicund fruit,

He who is afraid of tyrannical slavery; is never
accepted by the royal and stupendously embellished
throne,

He who is afraid of indiscriminate massacre and
bloodshed; is never accepted by immortal laughter,

He who is afraid of decaying stench and dilapidated
cobweb; is never accepted by the incredulously
fragrant rose,
He who is afraid of the new born infant; is never
accepted by the prudently sagacious adult,

He who is afraid of undulating and harsh sands of the
desert; is never accepted by pure satiny silk,

He who is afraid of infinite shards of broken glass;
is never accepted by the handsomely scintillating
mirror,

He who is afraid of unprecedented starvation; is never
accepted by ravishing morsels of tantalizing food,

He who is afraid of mind boggling enigmas; is never
accepted by the perfectly synchronized solution,

He who is afraid of the unsurpassable depth of the
valley; is never accepted by the plain terrain and
rustic roads,

He who is afraid of the rotten pile of disparaging
garbage; is never accepted by the sacrosanct and holy
Ganges,

He who is afraid of the colossal and pugnacious
battlefield; is never accepted by the apostle of
peace,

He who is afraid of stringently blaring music and an
ambience of wandering wolves; is never accepted by the
pious temple,

He who is afraid of the devil and the towering giant;
is never accepted by the Omnipotent creator,

And he who is afraid of death and the morbid
silhouette of corpse; is never accepted by mesmerizing
life…

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