Fog Poem by Jay P Narain

When I wake up in the foggy morning,
I see the mountain peak but not the valley,
I smell the roses but can not adore their beauty,
I hear the birds sing but can not appreciate their melody,
I try to explore the mist but can not reveal its mystery.

When the sun rays break into the fog,
The valley comes alive humming,
The roses look pretty and seem smiling,
The bird songs from trees seem enchanting,
The mystery of mist turns into reality.

On those awesome days when my mind is shrouded in fog,
I have my set destination but can't find my ways,
I seek the true love but fear breaks my heart,
I explore the meaning of my existence but uncertainties overwhelm my soul.

On those happy days when the cloak of fog disappears from my head,
I clearly see my destination and find my ways,
I find my love overcoming confusion in my heart,
I take a step in solving the riddle of my existence.