LIFTING OF THE FOG

Mainak Dhar

Crystal clear autumn morning,

a sudden onset of fog,

all paths ahead and behind,

shrouded in mysterious smog.

Stumbling and floundering,

looking for a way out of the maze,

seeking any lamp that lights,

the darkness of this haze.

The fog confuses.yet comforts,

grudgingly ceasing to resist,

drifting in hazy uncertainty,

floating through this mist.

Today I awoke and found,

the fog gone, leaving me free,

but I'm not so sure anymore,

that I like what I see.