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Fogging
Foggy mornings, misty nights,
Forcing eyes to fight,
Pining to see through,
As if heavens are on ‘brew’. you hope more to see the
unseen,
As if, there’s another world,
Hidden to be seen!
The veil of smoke,
Enabling you to hope,
And permitting to the world,
To elope!
Let this earth, move on its verge,
And this blanket of beauty, hiding the sorrows and pain,
Persist to prevail, on each breathing air,
Yet not let the lives bare!
It’s the moment of ecstasy, with the vague hopes
Submerged and hanging.....
I guess...
It’s the God’s way of ‘Fogging’
To cleanse and hide,
62 | Dr. Abhiruchi Makker Kalia
