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                                            Nebulous Horizon

                               In the earthly journey of human life
                         Each and every soul at some point of time
                              Is confronted with a turbulent strife
                      When one`s life is scorched by a sizzling shine 
                           When clouds from the nebulous horizon
                           Spread veils of uncertainty on the mind,
                            Dim the view, allow not to eye beyond
                             And render one`s future hazy to find;

                      No less than four times, the harsh hands of fate
                           Have hurled me in the clutches of Hades 
                            When nebulous swirls of dust did create
                            All around me a dark and gloomy shade
                           Quite like a murky, misty moonless night,
                                     Let alone a nebulous horizon 
                           Which was far beyond the reach of my sight,
                                    Limited to an intensive care zone.

                         The flame of faith each time dispelled the haze
                                In my adjacent surround, by degrees,
                       But my life scope, still screened with a dark maze  
                                 And twirling like a whirlwind in fury,
                                 Offered no view of my distant future,
                            No stance which direction my life could take,
                              No hint of what goals I could still nurture.
                               No inkling whether my soul was at stake.

                             The clouds of dust and mist on the skyline
                           Slowly overwhelmed all my cherished dreams
                              Propelled my relished goals to the sideline,
                              With my voice just emitting silent screams
                                   With life exuding a sulphurous taste
                                The whole bodily self aching with pains,
                                 But the spirit disposed hurdles to face
                           And the soul shining some strength to regain.

                                    On hindsight, a nebulous horizon
                                        Is now to me of no real avail:
                                Oft on surgical desks, for hours, frozen, 
                                 With the breath anytime likely to fail,
                            I`ve eyed life hanging on a piece of thread,
                              Sustained by faith and trust in the divine,
                              Without the slightest grain of awful dread
                                But with the face lit with a gentle shine.
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