Bland.....illusion...

a man sometimes finds shelter
in a castle in the sky
just like any child
abused by a stepmother

a woman goes with the man taking shelter
in that castle in the sky

though they have nothing it is their love
that makes them live happily there ever after

the croaks in the fields croak their laughter
the rain from the sky diverts the truth by pleasing them

the two knows the real story of their wrong notions
there is no bother, love too exists so well

in that illusion, they both make the castle in the sky
what choice is there? To live with the croaks in the

pool, that murky existence which thrives
in the harsh truths of slime and noise

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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