8.Desert Land Poem by Bose Perumal

Barest thoughts dare not venture;
Into Maddest part of Nature’s fracture,
Ebb and eddy of ceaseless bunds,
Hell’s torment is a poorer blend. 4

Water makes life’s hilarious part,
Mirage leads to giddy taunt.
Camel is our God sent gift,
Passing through the gravest rift. 8

Tyranny of time makes us move,
Night too doesn’t make safer stove.
Amassed sands; amazing to see,
From where forth did God sent thee. 12

Making the heart of land indeed;
Trudging along like passive breed,
We keep our minds cool ahead,
To enter into the oasis’s stretch of bed. 16

Howling storms affronts caravans;
Dipping beside the came we pause the ravenous,
Forging on we passage the grooves,
Nightmare passes from our brows. 20

Thoughtless motion; motionless thought,
Scorching sun beats all we have fought,
Oldest among us love to be taught,
Never to cross the mystic drought. 24

This world is not a place to live;
Exchange all that we could give,
To find the meanest part of earth,
That gives us barest thought of hearth. 28

The maddest part of our life,
Repeats the saddest lot of strife. 30