Sreeja Sreedharan


Search For An Oasis

Walking, scorching sun above me,
Light, no longer a guide.
Heat, burning coal, into self,
The wind, dry hot wind,
Blowing past, blurring view,
Filling ears with raucous song.
Eyes, burnt with sand,
Legs, in lonely traipse,
Mind, in languor, search-

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