Myths Poem by Amit Narayan Satpathy

Myths
Are hits
At least with me
Why? ?
OK so they're
Something
Beyond reality
But away from
Unreality
They're
Ones born
And dying
Just between
History
And Fiction
OK so you call
It your truth!
Truth is truth for all you say!
You saw a peacock dance
In the enchanted garden
Your eyes were the sole photographer
Someone asks you
How'll you
Prove it!
You can't!
But it is real
OK so you call it your truth
Others call it myth! !
Now Ravanas, Ramas
Fluttering
In your mind
Oh you can enjoy
Them the most!
They have an endless
Sky of your mind
To explore!
Don't they!
Others are very limited
Like those MCQs! : -) : -)
Sorry to hurt anyone
But this is what I think
As I sink
Into dreams!
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