Mirage
Mirage
I shook my mind up
& felt a funeral of those
Butterflies.....
& then it came to my heart
It says,
Yes, you are the still same
Who always cries.
I tried to see the rainbows
In your colorful eyes
But it remains unshaded
& makes worthless my tries.
Surely, A pen with ink
May write to you
But my soul with ink
Will describe you.........

