Shadows Poem by kunjubi varghese

Bliss is just a shadow only in this world,
Haunted by the freezing winter of grief.
Mind is a senile phenomenon, wandering
Everywhere seeking pleasure; a will-o’-the-wisp.

My passions plunged its face in the hornet’s nest
Of grief, and the dreams that overwhelmed in
My eyes blossomed as flowers of agony.
When truth seeks a sanctuary to lie down
On the slings and arrows of outrageous calumnies,
The humans only guffaws, masking the conscience
With sympathetic grins on their faces...