A layer of mist blocking my view
Is it the right path?
Would it lead to the destination?
Or would I be struck in a complex maze?
With no beginning or end
Reaching the place where I started once again
Would the hidden sun rise again?
Clearing up the mist
Bringing the destination in focus
Enlightening the path
And leading me out of this complex maze
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kavitha- I will add to it. How do you like it? pradeep5552002@yahoo.com Hunting for knowledge in childhood we rise Until we become clever and wise But if we look back with inner eyes This world is tied with lies.