MIRAGE

The more you come closer

The much she distances away

You desire to touch her

She escapes to run away.

She has the infinity to stop

U have measured limits to chase

She makes your jaw drop

And you think she has a kind face.

But you are mistaken and inches her

She makes you more parched

You run for your quench

She shows the path still to be trodden.

You want to stop and rest

More she lures her beauty on you

For she is a blessed divine mirage

And the lonely man in a dry desert is you.