Concealed, that they'd always did,
Persuade every time,
Making strong, but hollow from inside
Like in the desert
Pretending to make monuments with smoke.
Mirages may come across
And make you loaded with queries.
All the pictures look beautiful,
But with no time turn blur.
things take no time to turn fragile.
And may turn a blunder.
All those mosaic,
always remain unseen
And when you wanted to see,
It may change suddenly.