Mirage short poem

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The lost wanderer
Where does the path lead?
An elegy,
Lamentation of the heart
A bleeding soul
An effete relationship,
Creeping desires
Alas! Astonished lie all
In search of “Sculptor”
Lost in the wilderness
Self despiciency
Slight, a revulsion
Looking for the cosmos in a ‘speck’
The Dirge of mankind
Serenity in the ‘silence’
Mocking at himself!!

The search goes on
Tired of the eternal life

Yearning for the solution….

But alas!
Failure, disappointment
Another futile attempt
In this mirage

Just for the search of a ‘speck’

A speck of Wisdom….

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Solitude and Other Obsessions

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