She is born with the <br />silent language of desert and winds <br />engraved in her soul and <br />every night stairing towards the sky <br />fighting with her own guesses <br />which she made to catch the star <br />her beloved was following <br />to reach his destination <br />she sends her wishpers <br />along with tender kisses <br />placing on the wings of wind <br />believing the wind would surely <br />travel far and far away <br />to transfer her kisses <br />with her passionate message of <br />longingness to her beloved <br />she lives in fire of <br />endless waiting moments <br />with flood of stroms in her eyes <br />and suffers moments of blazing coals <br />as horrible pain <br />with a desperate desire to <br />rest in his strong arms forever <br />she try's to gather dews of her <br />evaporating deep breaths <br />and create imaginary of being <br />beside him peeping in his eyes <br />she never know <br />her wait would end or not <br />But she know one thing <br />she is a desert woman <br />and with flux of stone body <br />she would be waiting till her last breath....<br /><br />seema gupta<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/desert-woman/
