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
Sabita Sahu