Mirage
By: Sangita Bhatt
I sit with my pen-
- hesitating-
my mind races ahead,
yet no thought raises its head.
There is a mist
a hazy form amidst.
I can feel it, and yet not
I can think it, but write not.
Is it this age, I wonder.
For I can see them all suffering,
eyes trying to focus,minds trying to read,
each one struggling, to find that horizon.
Where doubts cease to exist, and surety prevails.
And yet, this tempting mirage,
does falsely encourage us,
into a state,
where there is still a mist,
and a hazy form amidst.
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