Cloudy Mind Poem by Aftab Alam

I asked him, what do you do sitting here?
At your garden every day at morn and eve
"I intoxicate my mind, I drink through my eyes
Eve for dream, morn to wash fate with dew, "

You know the artificiality in man and woman,
For I know these are nothing but formalities,
Relation, intimacy, religion have lost its identity
Feel better on the lap of nature than sitting on pew,



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