Mirages | Nandita Srikumar (12)

The traveller walks into the desert

Feet burning, throat parched

The smell of water sifts through the air

Frantically he runs, and runs, and runs

Not closer or farther from the water

Trees appear, rainbow fruits filling the desert

Blueberries, strawberries, mulberries

Frantically he runs, and runs, and runs

Not closer or farther from the fruits

The smell of fresh money fills the air

Green and gold colors filling his vision

Frantically he runs, and runs, and runs

Not closer or farther from the money

He reaches but fails, and fails, and fails

His eyes had fooled fooled him once again