Seeking a realm in a mirage,
by Kiranjit Singh Bajaj
An illusion that seems so real,
The delicate line that tows,
Entangled in a maze.
Immersed in the colors of life,
Losing the white eternal light,
The delicate light that guides,
Dispersed by the prism.
Are we really free,
Or wandering endlessly,
Donning the colors of the spectrum,
Losing our identity.