Mist And The Mask Poem by Aftab Alam

Hearing the cry in the dark
I went to see him,
As I appeared in front of him
He started laughing.

With no fear at all
Stood there to identify his face
He hid his face, so I could not see,
Yes, I have seen his wit//

Suddenly, started running
I too followed,
He lost in the darkness of the jungle,
After a moment, I could see
Which was never seen by me!
Movement started in the forest
A priestly movement
New joy, new ray of hope,
A NEW MORNING
Sun peeped through the thickly slit//

An idea came and hit, something lit in my mind
Where there is darkness there is light, I find