The stalking fear:

The road lay in front of me
The road winding up ahead rising to kiss the foot of a stranger
The road, red with the blood of a dirty labourer or blushing at the newly weds who walked on to their dreams.
A silent observer dwelling firm on the ground and looking with envy at the floating clouds above.
There suddenly was a bang.
A few clatters, a terrifying cry and then silence.
The silence that echoed in every heart.
The silence that silenced the resonating hopes of a young widow, waiting for her love in a red attire,
With hands full of bangles, a gleaming vermillion and eyes sparkling with love, with hopes, with dreams.
The dreams broke in an instant,
The heart was trodded on in an instant
The flower lay plucked in an instant.
The bangles lay broken, The vermillion was wiped
And the colorful red was replaced with white
And the silence was broken, broken with dread, with grief, with more silence.
The dread is still there in our heart
The heart still blooms with fear
The fear that is death, the gloomy inevitable death
The goal has long been set
The path has long been made
And we have long been marching.
But all along we dread to die
But all along we dream to live
But all along we dare to dream.