Smoke.

 
 
 
The smoke from the factory was rising above
Fluttering like a flag trying to touch the firmament
The curious eyes were long waiting on the window
To see the dimness and the breaking of clouds to rain
But they were unaware of the deceit of the evil smoke
When the smoke disappeared, the black sky turned azure
The soul is protected by the flesh and imbibed by the heart
But it is shrouded by the fluttering haughtiness
Like the evil smoke
It is deceiving the mind to believe the unreal
The mind seeks comprehension of the real
The pure divine soul without the haughtiness
And the azure sky without the evil smoke.

0 thoughts on “Smoke.”

  1. Aishwarya says:

    Quite a nice read! 🙂

    1. shreyans says:

      Thank you aishwarya..

    1. shreyans says:

      Thank you payal!

  2. Archerry says:

    Fantastic… Great writing….

    1. shreyans says:

      Thank you so much!

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