Oasis of Yearning
Up above the wasteland of my lonesome life like the seamless sky,
clumps of rainless cumulus clouds weren’t consumed hovering,
made dunes of desert in my heart where I saw their dry shadows fly,
and there you became a lake in the arms of oasis of my yearning.
(Stanza taken from My Sailing Soul)
September 30, 2020
Contest : Rithimus Divisa 7
Sponsor : Gregory R Barden
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2020
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