Mirage

Left home I wandering- Senseless of the day or the night- Fearless of all fright- But while sitting for a while- Perhaps beside the duo colored Nile- Sitting then I was thinking- With salt less smile- Where really am I heading to- Where I am going to- Me in myself then spoke up I am in search of a friend- Of beautiful mind, and kind and decent- Wandering and pondering I kept on- Foot marking the sand like exon- Alas there I saw what really I wanted to see- In the desert away from the sea- God’s wonders, An oasis in the desert- Where I felt flying like Condors- I could see in the vicinity of the stream- Beside fluttering and dancing gem beads of water- On the beautiful greenery a friend of my dream- Thanking God I moved and moved and moved- Moved near and near, to make the great aperture distinct- Reaching there only I could realize- It was not really a surprise- I had really forgotten the well-known adage- That there is something called Mirage.