THE CITY OF FOG

At the midst of great uncertainty
The men with weary feet
Trudge to find security
In the foggy street.

Not long ago, the fog came here
To consume the day’s light;
If the day itself is so obscure
How dark is it at night?

In the puzzle of life the days flee,
No one has time to waste;
No mind inside them is alive
To resist the fog’s unrest.

Some live their lives like robots would
Along with a bubble pride;
More than the things they tend to show
Are the things they want to hide!

The children’s casual eyes catch
The grown-ups’ hideous greed;
With a glumly hushed-up smile of a thief
One hides one’s own misdeed.

Perhaps, a few, with thirsty eyes
Ask for the lost sunlight
To the blue sky that was once here,
Being sunny and bright.