Mirage Of Hope

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Walking home one day..
I heard a beautiful voice..
It was a beautiful day of spring..
The reason that made her sing..
The wind was still…
The trees were hushed..
I was lost in the song which I heard..
It was not just the words..
But the rise and fall of the melody..
Which held me in thrall..
Somehow made my heart stall..
Young tender voice..
Made my senses rejoice..
I left my path…
Moved towards the sound…
As soon as I came near..
My world turned around..
The singing stopped..
My heart still stalled…
Tried to climb back to reality…
Wondering about the nature’s alchemy..
I heard her once..
I heard her twice…
If I wanted I may have heard her thrice..
Drawing analogies..
There was something that didn’t suffice..
It was my inner angel..
Or a whistling thrush..
Rendering a broken melody..
To recite of my past, a beautiful memory..
She came and engaged..
All the pain she assuaged..
Turned my life page by page..
In form of a song performed on a stage..
I called her a mirage..
A mirage of hope…
As soon as you hear, she elopes..

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