Roaming of her sandy thought has never stopped, <br />Winking at the clouds to spray on her the rain of love, <br />The sun has mistaken that she has flirted for his rays of hope, <br />He starts to shine on her surface until she goes barren, <br />the rain clouds pass through her vacant land, <br />From where the lives have eloped for the fear of, <br />Being torched, wavy dunes of huge elevations are left, <br />To attract the passing clouds, the lonely sun gets excited, <br />He wants to please the wooing woman in the desert, <br />Not knowing that she has the seeds of secrets, <br />In her hot womb, yet to be ripened and burst, <br />All she need is the elixir from the heaven, <br />To cool her down in the flashy after noon, <br />When the deserts of the world commence to bloom, <br />The lives on the earth flourish, repossessing, <br />All their wasted land, due to misunderstanding, <br />Between a voluptuous lady and a hot celestial man, <br />They have their own different dreams in different platforms.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-desert-creator/
