Life is dry
Dry as a desert
I seek for the oasis
I would then enjoy the life bliss
Many a times I try
I try to remain placid
And quench my thirst as am on a quest for the oasis
i am not at all at-ease
Coz oasis is nowhere
Only desert-stones
Break my bones
I groan, moan bewail
I rave, rant rail
It is of no use
I am at fuse
Life is dry as a desert
I cry for the time when could part
Forever to the divine soul
As here I fail to reach my goal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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