The golden sands stretch endlessly
beyond one's line of sight.
The desert lives on eternally,
incandescent with pride and might.
He endures all, yet blooms with grace,
births life, yet does not beg for praise.
Rainforests and greener terrains
overshadow his trivial contributions
and bag all the glory and fame,
yet he does not complain.
The dearth of water and the burning sun
tries to turn him old and grey,
but gleams he, brighter than the blazing sun,
growing stronger day by day.
An ocean of sand and meagre water,
as vast as the boundless sky that blankets his being,
great great dunes like camel humps storing grains of sand, a prickly cacti, a lily, a rose,
myriads of insects, succulents
and life forms nobody knows.
The heirs of the desert fear no one:
threatened they are neither by the harshest days,
nor shaken by the coldest nights,
for they thrive, drunk on the desert's delights.
As the scorching sun paves way to the moon,
sparkling silver specks hood the sky-
Oh! come thee nature's ethereal art-
and fireflies, ah! they dance in tune
with the desert's beating heart.
Ships of the desert halt to rest
beneath the moonlit night
and weary travelers seek solace,
softly pressed against camel skin.
They gaze at the star-studded sky-
at ease, they drift to sleep.
Silence Everywhere.
The desert withdraws itself in the cold
and blooms again as the day unfold.
Pic courtesy: Pinterest
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