The Encroaching Mists

Poem By Shahida Latif

A confusion I have found,
That has wrapped me all around;
By creating distances large,
Between my heart and my mind,
It has snatched my borrowed existence,
From my own being;
And has placed me at the spot,
Where the objects appear,
Like ghosts mocking, laughing at me;
And I journeying,
Through the world of thoughts,
See a dot beyond the haziness,
Shinning like a tiny remote star,
Emitting faint dying yellow lights;
Perhaps it is the distant sun,
Enveloped too with the encroaching mists,
And black smoky clouds,
Being drifted by the winds of future.

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