Aye traveler !!
Don’t judge the path
by the radiance it offers....
Look beneath the surface
where fossils of a day
lay bundled in oblivion's arms
Winds didn’t sow
the seeds of mirage in your path
the destiny seems to have conspired
with the morning's first kiss …
While you travel
from mirage to mirage
each faded footstep shall become a seed ....
sown in the crusted times -
A dream waiting to be soaked
in tomorrow’s rain ….
A dreamers dream of a poem with well chosen words don't come often like this super...regards