Oasis of Ecstasy In Word Morph
Rise of scorched sands up in the desert air at noon
obscures the blazing ride of the burnt sun on the sky.
When the dust storm is rife gliding across rolling dune
frail slope ripe for sliding holds on, doesn’t know why.
Wind-swept cactus thorns rile nesting wren to scream
till storm stops, stars file out in firmament to enthrall.
As the lone Bedouin I fill my mind with the moonbeam,
reach the oasis of ecstasy where I see silver dust fall.
March 1, 2019
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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