Mirage
All those who dwell in their own dream land,
Find themselves on a reclusive lofty stand,
From where they could see all things so tiny
And dwarfed in stature to suit the bits whiny,
Distanced,set live-dolls waddling across below
As on a play board of power and space to wallow
Life of work,warmth and solace of devout order,
Regimen or virtue has never a barrier or plodder;
The fancy world aye has full soaring flights wild;
Fleeing away averted, all encounters are foiled !
The alluring charm is a sort of potion of marvel:
Sensed longer,to massive forms still it doth swell
The pursuit of fond desire is like a futile chase
Of the wavering,ever shifting shadow:only a craze,
A relentless,avid quest for the infinite end,elusory
To win over the lost game with the hope, illusory;
The invincible Mirage too never ceases to bewitch
As the drive within rides the faith, false yet rich !
The scorching soul, and the parching dry throat
Add to the irate misery, leaving nothing to gloat;
Things.seem to retract into the trap of rigid drear
Every choice move gets lost in a bowl of cold fear
Whims often override the wounded dismal soul ;
Absence of a steerer might pave way for the foul
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