Futility Poem by mohanan viswambharan Nair
Futility
The mind is cloudy like.
Before the wind comes,
A dark serenity rouses,
which can't be told!
There is a feeling,
That comes to do away,
With the open laws,
Marooned what is new.
Feelings may open,
Hope to drastic rain,
Wash away old and bad.
Light will come out of the dark.
It is the ray of light,
Lures one to live on,
With the gloomy vain mind,
Or else one may hug death!
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