Camel Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

It went slowly with the weight
On its back across the desret,
With its owner beside it,
The neck with water filled
Like a bag, the heat
Of no avail to it,
Though the derest simmered
In the heat, heating up
The desert sand dunes,
For months on end,
For its owner sell the produce
Acrooss the desert,
The ship of the desert
Slowly sailing through
The great sea of sand,
Occassionaly resting
With its owner, sleeping
In the deser at night
Keeping the company
Of the night sky and air,
Coolness so alien to it,
It led a life of the hot desert
With its mates, from its birth
To the death a loss
Unbearable to its owner.

Ravikiran Arakkal