The sun clasps tight
With burning arms
Parched , the earth tears down
To sand grains '
A handful , scorches
So do the Dunes of Guilt and pain.
The Yielder seems gone
Yonder beyond the pale yellow, the blinding beams
His trails, I follow
'O' the travails of a traveler', I wallow
As the Relentless
Unleashes yet another storm
I tread past (my load rested)
The crumbled hillocks
The crunching sand grains
Bursting forth to a FLOWER
In golden sprinkles
Unscented, but an aura of fragrance
The spray' of an oasis not afar?
