I walk through the desert, where I find mirage,
Thirsty I am, run toward to quench and get life,
No water, only the sand everywhere,
That too blows into the eyes, hard to continue,
Step by step into the deep leg sucking sand,
Hear the rattling sound at a distant, not near,
Squint at the sky for the drops of water to fall,
The sun's rays dry up the heavy sweat without fail,
Thorny cactus stands straight vibrantly,
Take one, open fine and have the sap,
Life's struggle may be hard and depressing,
But the opportunity may come with thorny try.
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