Illusions. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Who told you my dear you are dark
Darkness is symbol of love
The dark clouds that gives rain
The darkness of night gives right sleep.

Darkness or brightness doesn't matter
What matter is how it works, for what
The gains to humanity, the world nature
Darkness a phenomenon brightness a thought.

In fact, it is called the illusion of mindset
In spiritual text no value at all
Only love the great love that matters
The world goes well when people love each other.