Illusion
She unwraps illusion under this year’s Christmas tree.
A bit of sleep is hanging still, from her glassy eyes.
Sounds around the house have adopted the zen belief;
the nothingness does nothing to fill the surroundings.
She unwraps the gift for the sake of mere ritual.
Her mind escapes the potency of it, the unpacking.
The unwrapped illusion is a stone; immobile object.
She understands it is the way with every illusions;
still she fails to guess who is wise enough to gift her thus.
The windows frame the snow of yesterday at the door front.
It is eating the feet-marks of the wise man away…
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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I liked the first two paragraphs
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