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Pankaj AgrawallaPuneMail
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...
