Mirages and Vanities
These vanities of mine
how deep they run
like still waters
at mid sea
wave-less
un-rippled…
…imitating the
twilight beams
bobbing
up and down
my flesh
reducing me at times
to a mere verse
I was an island-
You used to say
Ah!now I’ve
morphed into a mirage
Care to leave
your footprints there ?
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