Musing 122 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Musing 122

Someone before the image
Some looking at upper echelon
Are all chasing the mirage.
Visions are not scriptures born
But by the minds rational
Delving on the depth of unknown
Tearing the veil of foggy splendor,
Man in spectale of unreal
Can not discover the confident self
And run after the stone of miracle.

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