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