Lost amid the desert
The destination is no near
There is an enigmatic fear
And my heart deeply hurt.
Ah!! whispered the palm trees
“Few are blessed to grow in fertile land
And some are destined to grow in the harsh weather
Either you roast under the scorching sun
Or you blossom in the oasis
And show the life inside you.”
As I looked ahead again,
Let the thirst in desert be
Little moisture is what I see
No matter cactus is on the trail
I shall not let the journey go in vain.
Hridya 