I know it will not blossom
As there was no scope or room
It was sand all over in desert
How to try earnestly and convert?
It has never witness rain
Life is spent here in pain
No wonder or miracle plays part
Only living things depart
Such is desolate life with no complaint
Sand is pink and color is little faint
It is spread over thousands of miles
Camels and donkeys are ships to sail
Life can be made wonderful
Even if it has limited wish for inner soul
Feel happy and contended
With the way as desert has adopted
Desert is life line
For many a real supply line
The camel ship does it with had work
As if really blessed by the strength of lord
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I know it will not blossom As there was no scope or room
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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