The MIRAGE

Every morning i wake up with a hope,

Tardily, growing into a desire so mope.

Her radiant face, her parted lips, her impish smile,

Dazes me , invokes the irresistible impulse;

To touch her lips , as if the blossoms were kissed by soft rains.

The moment has lived its life; the ecstasy abates; the feelings now subside,

I look around only to find her missing;

Alas , she is late or am I ?

The time gone by , the day gone by ,

The thought of her still lingers on ;

As if it’s whispering “Am I the mirage , u are looking for” ??