Nepali literature: Cripple us?

                          Fear

  There are some figures near you, loving and inspiring, in the cloak

        You are made to believe that you are  because THEY are there 

        You are to made to feel they are there to help you with your need. And sometimes they do. 

        You are made to feel that they love you.  

        What do you say to them? God? Gradians? Saviors? 

        Or Well wisher, guides, mentors, or...?

        And, most of the time you have to be a bootlicker because you are you because of them

        You need to take permission at your every move,

        What happens if you do not take their permission? 

        They become mad at you,

        They stop contacting you and remind you of the difficult times they had helped you.

        Neither Progress nor regress, this is the state they wish you to be in. 

        But you keep on licking their boots because you are made to believe all of the above and more than that you are too honest and you believe what you are made to believe is damn true.

        Are you a coward? Are you a bootlicker? Or do you value this thin and fragile line called relationship? 

Do you see you in there you? 

Where is your "YOU"? 

What would happen if you had not become "you"! 

What do you fear my dear self?