THE MIRAGE

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...