A sea of sand stood before him
Time froze as he trudged on wearily
Without knowing his destination
Each step a specious summon
Sand had swallowed friends and family
The best years of his life drowned
In the moments of morbid dismay
Last victim fell at noon
Yet a mirage waved her scarf
Spreading her dark tresses
Blinded by the glittery tufts
He walked into the arms of illusion
A dream tugged at his heart
Shrieking – do we ever perish?
A race against time –
No time to grieve.
© Balroop Singh, September 2019
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