left alone
wandering in the desert
will i get my oasis
lips parched, skin burning
heart bleeding, thoughts leaving me
i see the miracle
which only turns out
to be a mirage
showing me my destiny.
with mind full of prognostications
i carry on with the chimera
for i know
the dunes change with wind
but the desert remains unchanged
my soul keeps reminding
that the darkest hour of night
comes just before the dawn.
abhinav
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