The Mirage Poem by Jujutshu Kumar Deb

The Mirage



Voices drove to a pivot
Mutely we watch
Mirage, thoughts battle in the desert
Dry winds blow sand and grin
Parched throats wheeze
and gas
There is no water
When will the next caravan come?

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