339.Illusions

Many  a rosy picture paints illusion
Blurring our foresight
With its false vision.

It follows us on Seas and meadows
Making us believe
It is as true as our shadow.

Unsuspecting we hurl ourself
Into its well laid trap
Lured by the candid vision.

Till it's too late
To walk out unscatched
From its burning pit.

It churns us in it cauldron
Making thick soup of our limbs
Till we are unable to climb out.

Illusion smiles a wicked smile
In its Web we remain entangled
Scumbing to Illusions vicious whims.


@ Binita Jha