The cool desert wind,
I could feel it with eyes closed.

Looked down, I could see the stars,
Reflected in the water at my feet.

It was an oasis,
after miles of trudging.

I caught up the water
Saw the reflection in my palm,

Only to realize …
I was looking at a mirage.



Packed in illusionary bundles of hope

shipped abroad

to serve a foreign nation

with dreams of flowing wealth to feed their families

floating in poverty behind,

all a quick means to clear debts, to conduct weddings

to live a life free from misery back home

but burning sand knows only to scorch,

dissolving faith and hope into mirages,

bunkers of misery, broken bones and belief

they lie forlorn, meekly shedding drops of sweat and blood

to survive in an alien land for a dream destroyed

thoughts of loved ones left behind the only solace,

lying frozen in fractured body and frustrating mind

waiting eternally for a world they might never get to

savour again, all for a dream that turned into a mirage.