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Deception point

treading all the miles to a lone haven
atop a sparkling blue mountain
all smiles on the journey.
The beginning is always lovely.

The rugged way delights
snakes chasing all the way
thorns and fake charms rain
dancing on a weak terrain.

Here a lie or two
there a tent ,a lake
two fistfuls of red sand
and a bowl of stale soup.

sweating and cursing to reach
the summit of all dreams
reaching only to find
dry remains of a young hut

shells and not the truth
is what you get at the top
so beware of all those smiles
and the betraying lot.

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Mohit Sureka said…
i loved it... u dont know, how happy i m to c u !!! :) !!!
December 3, 2008 at 4:01 AM
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