The mind sees the unknown...
Fearing all the darkness before....
Light seems to be a guide...
Through ones troubled times and tide...
It does not see what we ought to...
Just flashes of images, that too...
With the intensity, of the minds ability...
To believe in it's lie, utmost certainity...
These images which we see...
Are all our fears of reality...
They kindle all our deepest fears...
Making us feel it near.... Here.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem