An Empty Choice

 An Empty Choice 

Parched for affection thus long

When the relief to the cracking thirst

Overweighs the pain of chapped feet

The trudge on glitter of pricking shards 

The path till here reflects crushed ruby

Tinged by the oozing sap from within

Ruined despite the strife of thorns

Robbed of the little succulence 

That the barren tepidity can render

Now the scanty drops ward off peril

Like a deserted toy saves the child

The stretched desperation of slithering soul

Finds the sparkle of an oasis from afar

Now the choice is to determine 

Whether it is a vagary of mirage

Or the assurance of a promising drop

Whether the vapor of fleeing sweat

Or the sweet breath that flows from pond

What encalms the fury of sweltering breeze

Whether detour holding the vows of air

Or to meander on the overflowing sand 

The twinkle of caravan is deceptive as well

For there is glitter all over the land.

Now the swarming storm threatens 

Filling his footsteps in a blowing flute 

It tars the golden sky to a charred night

When the sight is taken captive by dark

The quiver is a burden of vague choices

When one has to take an aim  in pitch dark.

Enroute Ddun

2372

16.42 hrs

23.9.26