Desert Mirage Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Desert m
Desert Mirage

We are mysterious and cunning animal
And move in a doubtful manner among people
Even though, it carries no meaning
I am still inclining

There is no place
For me to race
And enjoy in a manner
To feel happier

But luck would have it
I prefer mirage of desert
I run, like deer, in search of water
But reach nowhere

Mind is restless
And that reflects on face
I trust no one
And care too for none

I hunt aimlessly
And suffer tremendously
I see no future in continuing life
As it has posed me like sharp edge of knife

Yet, I have lost no hope
Even though I have to walk on tightrope
I take full care on slope
But never discontinue or stop