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 © Palak Dadhich | 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