Desert and Oasis
A barren tract of my life yearns for an oasis, Like a pale wrinkled face languishing for glosses, Here bondings are like motes of sand without any cohesion , And bondages like spines of cactus with firm adhesion, Centuries have passed , rain of joy hasn't wet my core, Am as dull, as rough as I was millenniums before, Sun warms me and moon calms me, this happens every day and night , I am stuck in this monotony wanna dance in shower bright, I am a desert how can a rose of love flourish in my heart ? Even if it sprouts, dry winds will wither it apart, Even if desert gets an Oasis will its dryness diminsh ? The two would meet but the grief wouldn't finish. Oasis's beauty will stand apart mocking ugly savage desert, The desert will remain dry and deprived will remain it's heart. Image credit: Google search