Crossroads
All
too
often
I meet you
at every crossroads
And find myself dumb - against you
I
find
myself
totally
confused with problems...
Always, you show me the way out
When
I
ask you,
"Who are you? "
You return a smile
and gently disappear like smoke
You
don't
suggest
any route...
Leaving the options
open to me, you leave quietly...
If
the
problem
is with love...
You say," Free your heart!
Let your emotions take the flight! "
And,
at
every
dubious
juncture you always
say," light your inner light and see... "
I
find
sometimes
perplexed by
dazzling deceptions
And you pour wisdom in my soul
Who
are
you, dear?
God? Demon?
Angel? Satan ?... Who?
Finally you said ," I am you "
09.10.2017
Copyright © Anindya Mohan Tagore | Year Posted 2017
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