Mist

Mists block the ideas

clouds of confusion block the sky

how can I pierce the layers and fly,

can't blow them away

can't lose them even

all are mine.

I had only one idea: love

Christ said love

Krishna taught love,

love amends , mends fences

who then taught hate

for what purpose.

The mists before me are

the shenanigans of hate

I must make ready my

quiver and bow

to blast them away:

But do I hate 'Hate'

should I kill life for living

No I will kill hate with Love,

kissing away all hate.

Now my mind is clear

like the autumnal sky

come my dear let us rise high...

Sabita Sahu