True

True
Treading on the sand
Of the endless desert
And not enough water
even to sweat
even to cry
Fatigued legs and a dry throat
Try to walk, even crawl
To the destination
Then those drying eyes
Capture a soothing green
A delightful blue
Palm trees beside a pond
Treasure more valuable than gold
But then, I paused
And I thought
I have seen mirages before
and every time I followed them
It led me deeper in this plain land
But this visual had a shadow
The dark patch, brewing hope
I walked towards it
Not in plain blind joy,
but in solid victory