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Rain in the desert

There is rain and thunder in the desert, Scorched to the core are the sand grains To an extent that lost is all their thirst For the sweetness of this nectar pure Whose fall incessant is not in vain, Formed are the swamps in shame As roiled is the sand by the rains, Bedouins gazed the skies for ages For scant smell of the clouds consoling, Their eyes silent are ablaze with joy At this bounty of water falling in fanfare From the skies on their land sunburnt, Yet in this spark lies the seed of their woe As this largesse will tomorrow be a history And on its path will still be life on this land Always on the cue to foil the mirages In its search for an oasis of its dreams To quench its thirst in the dryness dense And fate consenting would live on its grace To lay eyes upon another such bounty.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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