Mirage - Poem by Gajanan Mishra
Coming to the point
I went towards mirage
And I discovered myself
All over the body of the tree
Trunks branches tendrils.
Going outside I lost
And you asked for fresh air
That was missing in refugee camp
And you told me to take
Flower buds in hands.
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