DESERT: A LIFE IN MIRAGE



On the canvas of countenance

Not a single streak of smile is sketched.

Neither is grace seen blooming over cheeks

Like a garden 

Where every butterfly of colours has flown away

This barren and bland desert!

From all sides 

Come the parched hands of breeze 

To caress the youth of desiccated brushwood

The lonesome eyes devoid of exhilaration

The mountain of solitude

Taking heights gradually inside!

For all day long

The eyes keep meeting with the blithe sun

Keeps the sirocco tongue-in-cheek

As if it could bring back a stranger with its youth

As if it would woo someone with its impish gesture

Waiting for an amorous embrace

A bride-like dream is thus living!

In the barren bosom adorned are date trees green

Festooned between earlobes are the poised cacti

In the caravan of copious desires

A mirage life this is!