The Rose In the Desert

THE ROSE IN THE DESERT Days dragging with patches of memories of unhappy infancy You fell on me as rain in hot summer A traveler in desert sans company has no dreams of paradise But collage of thoughts of imminent tragedy Horrible flashes of father kicking mother Tears she shed measured ocean of torture Found no the other side of the ocean She swam with lean tender hands with children intimidated Home without love is hell; Father is the devil; torturer of wife and children Little hearts grow brooding over vengeance Agony and persecution nourish malevolence defeating benevolence Castaway perplexed in the desert of despondency I saw you; the rose in desert; fountain of relief and love Words flowed as drops of grape wine My soul flew to a new horizon where doves hover with gentle wings In the deepest chamber of my heart I preserved Watered with my tears not to fade Brighter than the brightest in the whole world The solace and zest in the lonely battlefield My ecstasy and partner in celebration My love and breath; pulse of my life The autumn of the crusader The peace in my sleep and sweetness in my dream You adorn the desert; wonder in the barren A diamond glittering in the darkness An expectation to the forsaken Lighthouse to the ship in the storm ASOKUMAR.K.A 12/12/12