The Mirage
The allured mind roaming restive
in the searing desert engulfing,
seethes in the pensive pores
of the swirling sands desolate.
The drops of sanguine sense desiccate,
the dust of desire swirls
with the transient sheen,
transforms into tantalizing mirage,
flashing with the tangerine tinge
of the sinking sun suspended
on the evaporating skyline,
where the flicker of mirage called hope
disappears from the myopic vision blurred,
like the golden deer fleeing
from the elusive oasis unreached,
at the end of the craving trail unwalked.
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March 26, 2023
For Strand No 1203 Contest
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