• bushra_sayed 8w

    A Bubble

    Combing the hot sand
    To find the dreamt need
    In that sahara , where
    The winds fail to heed

    A artful opaque glints
    Far in the majestic land
    The shimmer subdues the beige
    And several shifts expands the sand

    Here I artifice my thirst
    The False garnish my truth
    This yearning begets a bubble
    A mirage of my ardent truth

    Look to me !! my maker
    How much I have deceit
    This bleary face of mine
    In the mirage to I meet



    ©bushra_sayed