Hailing from some distant
Plains
My wretched fate ployed
With circumstances
Compelling me to leave
Home and settle in the midst of
This desert
Accustomed of living
In a place full of greenery and
Foliage
How am I going to survive
In this life’s peculiar
Voyage
Days were passing like
Months and
Months like years
Making my sustenance
Stifling
When I was caught by
A revelation
The desert resembled
A child dilapidated
Weak and skeletal
In muscles
Radiating beauty even
In his torn rags
Beauty is not the
Slave of ornamentation
Life with flexibility can
Be made to live in any
Environment
Like the grains of sand
Which has the capacity to get
Cooled and heated
With same vigor and
Intensity
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