Mist And The Mask

Hearing the cry in the dark I went to see him, As I appeared in front of him He started laughing. With no fear at all Stood there to identify his face He hid his face, so I could not see, Yes, I have seen his wit// Suddenly, started running I too followed, He lost in the darkness of the jungle, After a moment, I could see Which was never seen by me! Movement started in the forest A priestly movement New joy, new ray of hope, A NEW MORNING Sun peeped through the thickly slit// An idea came and hit, something lit in my mind Where there is darkness there is light, I find