Strangled, suffocated, simmering
Yearning for a drop to fall
Exsiccated chassis without it lynching
Moments seem to eternally crawl
Trapped within a circle
Outside there are ponds
Beautiful roses, pleasures plural
While I die, devoid of fronds
Yes I was green once
I had many who cared for me
I remember that sweet fragrance
Before it all went awry
Alone in the sun, with no one around
I was suffering, burning, angry
But still within me was a small pond
The piece of child immanent in me
I pledged to keep her forever
It was her soothing innocence
Curiosity, excitement, that made me a dreamer
Wish i had cherished her short-lived presence
The slaps of wind were hard
Sun’s rays burned me for aeon
I became bitter, I became shard
And before I noticed the child was gone
Yes now I am not afraid of winds and sun
No one can hurt me anymore
I have nothing to lose, a worthless bum
But am I happy as before this bloodless gore
Yes this shield of bitterness protects me
From the brutal slaps of the world
But look what it robbed from me
The innocence within me that happily hurled
My love is gone, my life is gone
My child is gone, everything is gone
The old desert wished to cry
But alas everything within him was dry
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Listening to his confession, the green land wondered
If this is the price I’ll have to pay
To be able to face the world, its absurd
I would never be a desert, my water would stay
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Ages passed and the green land became a dryland
But it still had managed to hold a little water
The winds roared and the sun burned
How dare this bum stand and not flounder
[And they attack him with full force]
No, no I can’t let that happen
I won’t be yet another desert
Listless lifeless languid bum
By flowing with them, I would avert
[Soon a strong wind started blowing]
O destiny! Take me wherever you want
I lend myself forever to thee
I am yours, I give you thy grant
I refuse to struggle, deny being free
The people were surprised, to safety they were rushing
Never in their lives had they seen a bigger dust-storm
Tides after Tides of dust were crushing
And then he was left—torn, beaten, deform
No there was no land no water now
It was all dust spread around
The old desert was helping a wildflower grow
Amid dirt particles settling on the ground
