The mist of worldly pleasures
Hovers, seductive o man
Over the deep valley of love.
The child of innocence
Sees but the valley, being ignorant
Of the mist’s vile existence.
The growing boy, tossed
In seas of illusions
Sees his own valley
In a mind of limitless imagination
The desperate youth kisses
His love’s sensuous lips
And sees the valley
Receding farther and farther
When the man lies, old and withered
In the hands of life’s mercy
The deceitful mist makes
Its maiden speech
Only innocence can but
Glimpse the valley’s depth
Not envy, infatuation or wealth.
But man selling his soul
To the deceitful mist
Forgets a smile to his old mother
Fails to see a world of joy
In the adoring eyes of
A dumb creation of god
The child in him lost
He suffers the loss
To feel the beauty of the valley
To meet the challenge of the mist
If but man could forgo
His insane mercenary pursuit
Dissolve he can the hazy
Dense mist of misery and gloom
The valley shall triumph
The mist retreat in shameful defeat
And humanity give creation
Its due honour.
ANUSHA.U.R.
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15 yrs
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Published.
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