The Crying Desert Poem by Vizard Dhawan

The Crying Desert



Each and every sand of desert
Asks me as an expert
Where you were
When she was doing this crime

She left me alone, all alone
In the roaring desert zone
I just wanted her to phone
But she was not in the home

The scene was so horrifying
I searched and every sand
The desert called me crying
She is now in their hand

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