Get Your Premium Membership

The Desert

West heat waves blow with sand, With lack of water verdure can live, Without the sight of man on land Where cloud rain only in fancy leave. The place Thar Desert that I interpret, There noone can sleep in open If anyone then next day get sandy pile greet, Noon heat at much ,dazzle eyes cruel sun. On name of vendure only thron bushes get, Lack of water must make your tongue dry, Neither tension of rushes nor traffic late, Only see scorpion,sneak and sperrow fly. Yet,that beauty in sandy face Not in city'S clean stressy race.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things