The flash is here to stay forever
For it dazzles in the sky of mind
The canvas that is painted in blank
An invisible cloak that is the garb
Of the disformity of an amorphous soul
Blessed to be veiled by the belief
Of a lenient mother who knows deep
The pretence of perfection is cast
Till the time the garb moulds the being
In the darkness of her demise
The mother leaves behind a perpetual spark
That guides through the blindfolded cosmos.
Delhi
12.45 hrs
18.8.23
2090
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