Desert and Oasis

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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.

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Comments

  1. Prabh21 February 2021 at 09:41

    It is amazing at so many levels.
    The metaphor within the metaphors.
    I am sure, for person with a heart full of poetic oases, life can never be barren, no matter how many dry winds of discomfort blow during the journey across this desert.
    Kudos to you. :)

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