Deserted Desert Poem by V P Mahur

The people were moving away
Leaving their homes
For in this desert
The chances of life
Were doubtful
And this year
There was a drought
And the desert
Which was already thirsty
Could not show
Even the remote possibility
For the few residents
This is the low of Nature
If a man is not fruitful
To others
They leave him
For his doom
Only a useful person
Is valued by others
After all
The world runs on work
Idleness is living death
A man with no good
Character traits
Is ignored by the world
But when this bitter truth
Is applied
On the old parents
It hurts still more
They cannot be compared
From the desert
For, they are the valuable
Precious treasures
Who keep their loving
Blessings on their children