The Fog
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Nostalgic moments extract the best out of us; the twinkles of wistfulness emerge in colourful embellishment. And then poetry emerges out of the fuzzy ambiance. So is my feeling as I recall a poem from my book of poem, "In Harness" ISBN 81-8157-183-5.
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Social green is awash in political white
A coat of primer is a must, before re-toning
The old turns hazy, the new is promised
All know the fog would dissipate soon.
Confused passers-by flounder for direction
Even the nearest ones sadly appear marauders
Believer turns sceptic under the weighty dampness
We bump into each other, ignore, and disappear.
Fog showers heavenly ambience on everything mundane
Even the soothing moon has so far failed to achieve that
People catch sudden affluence and stink in the neighbourhood
It is true, people get used to it and fog showers the legitimacy.
We all pray in silence for the Sun to reappear
And fight for our right and restore them to us
The God incarnates when world is inundated
By the deluge of white lie and its embankments swept.
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Bhubaneswar
27-10-2003
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By
A. N. Nanda
Muzaffarpur
28-5-2009
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