Tragedy of Mirage

That's the tragedy of mirage,

I believed it to be true,

And start living in that perspective.

Illusion became a strong view,

Which I adamantly accrued.

I chased to see the pool of water in deserts,

And tried to reach the horizon.

That's not possible I knew deep inside,

But still got carried away with its deceptive tides.

Setting the journey I went a long way,

Chasing something invisible in all ways.

Yes it was a beautiful hope,

But it hurt my loved ones, which they couldn't cope.

Beautiful was this mirage, but with a Scorpio sting,

So lonely was my floral spring,

As no one came with me to sing.

And when reached my life end,

I realized it was just a mind game.

Deceptive visions of a beautiful horizon,

I turned back to see,

But the horizon was in absentee.

O! What a waste of life of me,

Chasing a mirage which only I could see.

We live in some illusion which only we believe it to be true.

Time has come to see other perspective