Desert....
Sunwhelmed, hot, wild...
Tempestuous, arrogant
Capricious sanddunes
I stand shadeless
I stand shadowless
There’s fire within
Challenging the fire
Without
I stand silent
At war.
There’s fire within Challenging the fire Without I stand silent At war! ! Darn how could have I missed this one? ? ? Ne plus ultra! !
At night the desert is cold, breeze flows within, light, calm, shady coz its dark and the fire is a tasting snow....and the day desert is what you said...there's desert inside us when we are at war and a paradise when we are at peace....wonderful job ' I stand shadeless I stand shadowless' a hearty 10: -) Gul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the fire with in...our battle with this fire is constantly on...challenging or not...good insightful piece, Wardha...10