The herb in a desert he saw,
amidst the whirling of sand,
whirling and whirling,
making an upward tunnel it went.
Dying in thirst,
the herb watery but
venomous he knew.
Licking lips,
yet, can't chew.
TO DIE IN EASE can't chew but licked in hard time the option we chose very nice
without water is deadly. In the desert is a painful experience
You have pictured a situation and a philosophy that often one comes across but is stuck! EXcellent!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life in the desert is tortous. Well written. I like it