A Puzzle

A PUZZLE POEM BY JISHA VISWANATHAN

For how long one has to pretend,
That, this circle will end,
Things swirling around us,
Or is it just our mind playing tricks?

To pretend that everything is fine,
Killing each alien inside us,
Believing to be dead,
But, actually, it is pretending to sleep.

Life is a puzzle,
Each one has its pieces to solve the riddle.

Random thoughts fill our void,
Or one will plummet into its own den,
Sharing is healing which is forgotten,
Everyone is eager to reach their destination.

JISHA VISWANATHAN
©Jisha Viswanathan

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