Endless thirst all the sea of sand
He is in distrust, succumbed look toward
Sun; a much known profile of dodging camels
An attempt to overrun the thirsty claim
For a panting lust of cactus crunch
Bleeding the path, the face, the earth
An ultimate urge of pulling a ranch
Into the quicksand!
No escape to oblige self
No escape to a grind halt, atone:
A lifetime freckles all over
Wait for the venom slur....
14/9/08
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An amazing composition. Love it.