Cactus and the Desert
the cactus conspiring with sweet darkness
to weave the story of the deserted minds
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old age is young age
under red red flame of forest
life not a wastage
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As I walked along the path
Crushing grass under with wrath
That wanted to whisper sounds
Left unsaid beyond bounds
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The mother sitting on the rubble haunts me to doom
A child in her lap sucking the dried-up breast fills my eyes to gloom
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A mother’s heart is always a mother’s heart
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Standing on a pack of uncertainty
he stares at me with a radiant smile
he leaves the wind to wander
and the tears to dry
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People on my left and right
Laughing with all mirth and might
Leave in me a life delight
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