The Desert Creator.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

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