Mirage..

Down the water Lane

A mist formed

A maiden wrying

Or wondering

Over the foaming waters.

But he moved south

To the city's navel.

Yet halting

At her sight.

It was just fleeting

Moments

that captivated him

inside out.

Still he rowed

his beloved,

the boat of life.

Rowing across

The Mirage.

That did got him lurking &

Straying from his destiny.

The Mirage which was

Capricious;

Like any dreamy

Confusion.

Let it pass.

He overcame

A mirage of

A lifetime.
(An old lady selling roses on the dry lane,
he was mesmerised to see the voluptuous blood red roses, a mirage.)

She (complaining): Thou aret late!

(Waiting at the city's navel.)

Those roses held in the maiden's hand

Sparked a new euphoria

In his mind.

Him: Dear, forgive my folly.

I couldn't resist the sight of a Mirage

Of these handsome

Roses.

And

I knew they needed you

To compliment them,

My lady.

(revealing at last, the roses bought by him in his way.)

The girl's taken aback by his skills to impress her
And warm gesture of love.