Illusion Poem by Kishore Asthana

Illusion



When all that rose from light
Fades back into it
Will all be velvet dark
or blinding white

Perchance, step by gentle step
All will go back
to the void
Whence it arose
And the Illusionist rest content
In what never was
Nor will ever be

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