The Year Of The Mist Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

The mist that was
On the horizon
Has slowly moved
And reached our homes

Every other day
The news is told
One of our friends
Getting lost in its fold

The mist that was on the horizon

There is nothing to stop
Its silent progress
One can only hope
It is going to fade

We have closed our doors
We all stay indoors
But it silently seeps
Through the cracks and pores

The mist that was on the horizon

The sun meanwhile
Stays hidden away
The day looks dark
With an invisible sky

As we wait for our friends
To make an appearance
We assure each other
The mist is going to pass

The mist that was on the horizon