Walking, scorching sun above me,
Light, no longer a guide.
Heat, burning coal, into self,
The wind, dry hot wind,
Blowing past, blurring view,
Filling ears with raucous song.
Eyes, burnt with sand,
Legs, in lonely traipse,
Mind, in languor, search-
In hot humid ambience.
Search, for an oasis,
Search, led by a mirage:
Halcyon scene, with dreamy tarn,
Breeze and peace, white doves, with bloom.
World, abode of love, an-
Idyll, heaven with hatred unknown.
The mirage disappears, and-
I search, and endless search,
Mind in languor,
Legs in lonely traipse,
Search for an oasis,
Led by a mirage! ! !
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'search for an oasis - led by a mirage' A great invention I should say. We can see this everywhere in all walks of life.