Thursday, 15 February 2018

The desert drop 1723

The desert drop

A pampered princess
More precious than others
Randomly found maidens
Garnered from winds
Is the desert drop.
What does the bank know
Where  waters inundate
The joy of a parched drop
Your memories remain fresh
Unconsumed and enticing
Treasured in vessels of mind
A single drop overflows
And floods the desert of life
As I open palms to pick the flow
The desert drops from my hands
And releases me from his grip.

Gurgaon
1723
08.22
16.2.18






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