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MIRAGES DON'T DELIVER What can I say? What more can I do? You had me In best years of my life While you broke my sails Leaving me rudderless Gasping for breath And I still go on Giving you also The not very best years Of my life Hoping against hope You one day will come around My thinking my thoughts On ways and means Of walking this walk of life No, not hand in hand Or arm in arm Or my hand on your shoulder Me wobbling along Maybe yes, but even worse Like mind into mind With soul onto soul Then each creases of my skin Into the coming creases of yours But utopias are mirages And mirages don’t deliver. ~Ajaya Khullar~
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