Illusion
Very strange and unexplorable
is this illusion in our mind.
It is like a glittering pearl
in our darkness inside.
It knits a fine linen with joy and dreams
Decorates the cloth with alluring things.
This sorcerer engulfs and covers us
With it’s dire hypnotism.
Then finally deludes and deceives us
So miserably with blankness.
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Amitava (15.7.2015) 7-00am
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