Looking from here
in this misty evening
the faraway hill and
its lush greenery enveloped by
the smoke screen of haze
like my  perplexed cloudy mind,
which hides my
otherwise
crystal-clear, transparent mind.
How long should I wait
for the rise of a
new Sun, a new dawn
which wipes  away the
haze of the faraway hill
unveiling the thick greenery
and the sky-touching hill.
How long should I wait
for the smoke screen of perplexity
covering my mind fades away.