The Mirage

The Mirage short poem

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Even on a normal sunny day
My mind appears gloomy

I have everything going smooth
But I feel something I am missing

For no reason my mood is cloudy
I aspire for things which others have
and forget those things which I have
and which others don’t have

I lose the beauty of life
confusing the mirage in a desert
as that of water and try to quench my thirst

I have a beautiful and dutiful life partner
but in my mind wish I be the other’s partner

I have name and fame to feel proud
But I envy others for them being proud

With Bountiful wealth , luxury and comfort
I should have been the most happy and contended
but I envy a beggar who has nothing to lose
but has everything to gain when he happily
eats the left over food that was offered

I fail to foresee all that I have is of no use
when my health deteriorates and I lay
frustrated for not enjoying life when healthy
Set up of mind makes or brakes the charm of life

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Ramapriya Nr

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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