THE MIRAGE

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Pankaj Agrawalla
Pune
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The mirage of hope you created that was never there.

The reflection I saw wasn't water but just thin air.

And again when I open my eyes and again when I dare,

To look beyond this mirage, I see another one is already waiting there.

Mirage I call it. You call it the projections of my thought,

Of the love I always craved for and the affection that I sought.

You said, 'a trick of the heart that a desperate mind bought'.

And I was merely a fly, in the webs of pity that got caught.

Alas! I see a path. Finally the truth is bare.

And with all of you dying flies, I want to share.

Look beyond this veil of hope which isn't even there.

Just a valley of flower to lure you, where the devil waits in its lair.