A Mirage – The Legacy [POEM]

The Mirage painting
Written by Arunima

The cool wind,
I could feel it with eyes closed

Looking down, I could see the stars,
Reflected in the water at my feet.

It was an oasis,
After miles of trudging

I caught up the water
Saw the reflection in my palm,

Only to realise …
It was a mirage.

The trees were gone,
The sparrows no longer chirped.

The little brook that was here
Turned into a bed of sand.

I saw the dusty wind,
Blow across the skies.

This was my legacy,
A handful of sand my inheritance.

The land my ancestors described
Now just a mirage.

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