Good is that darkness which has physical essence
You just need the light to remove it
But then there is oblivion
And it's ironical because it's transparent
It lets you see the colors around
And yet you don't feel it
It's the pretty faced devil
Gives you the gift of numbness wrapped in smiles
And trust me when I say this
"Smiling is an exercise"
Oblivion hugs you in mind
And chokes the breath of emotions
And leaves you with the residual doubts
Flavoured with the tinge of questions about worth
Maybe it's the the best and worst form.of darkness....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem