Mirage

[GEETASHREE]

A wrinkled hand shades
A pair of vacant eyes
Scanning the barren horizon
Blazed by the wrath of Apollo

Tears have been choked to death
Lest they spill over
On the jagged floor
Uncorked

A black veil disrobes
An emaciated frame
And caresses longingly
The vessel of God
Precariously balanced
Between life and death

A pair of sun-burnt feet
Desperately desire
A toehold on the
Boundless sheet of golden grains

Miles and miles need be trudged
In search of the ever elusive
Mirage

A few droplets of water...

[PrinceMyshkin]

How succinct this is, and how powerful that terse conclusion!

[GEETASHREE]

How succinct this is, and how powerful that terse conclusion!


Thank you very much Prince

[Delta40]

I felt a portrayal of ruin and the toil of reaching the unreachable.

[Bar22do]

Very intense, concentrated and conveys so well this close to vain a trudge, not exclusively reserved for a desert, goes without saying. I find this poem effective and beautiful. Bar

[GEETASHREE]

Very intense, concentrated and conveys so well this close to vain a trudge, not exclusively reserved for a desert, goes without saying. I find this poem effective and beautiful. Bar


Thank you very much, Bar

[GEETASHREE]

I felt a portrayal of ruin and the toil of reaching the unreachable.


Yes, rightly so..........thanks