Future Fog
Bonny jewel,
shone,
not like a stone,
to a sharp hone,
glinting,
raying,
resplendent,
dancing in light,
the moment I moved it slight,
I had invested a lot of material,
for getting it for real,
it was chosen from many,
it was evalauted by valuer nany,
I took pain,
to get it cased,
in gold,
I do not know why I went all this hog,
probably all I wanted,
was to clear some of the future fog.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2005
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