Desert

It simply strikes our mind with barren land Love, gestures, good will and flowers in hand Look beyond horizons and you find no friend Eyes get tired and find nothing in the end This is description of desert in our mind Nothing friendly and nature too seems unkind Sands all over with no lively movements in sight It is nature versus human being for rightful fight It has its own beautiful land and surroundings Earth and sky meet present very good bonding Sandy winds and dry climate force us to think Eyes get widened to see vast tracks and wink Desert has got its own source of greenery Palm trees and sweet water present good scenery How beautifully camel swim on sandy soil? Relentless struggle with natural odds to toil How can this barren land be turned into fertile? What best we can strive and try for it meanwhile? It is nature and human that tries to prevail upon Foot prints on sand emerge when we follow on Small water well in midst of soil may quench your thirst You may think you are not the one who has traveled first It’s deep Sand Ocean with so much mystery in its belt More we are inching closer to it less its impact is felt If human natures turns desolate or into desert It has nothing to acknowledge or new ideas to insert Love, affection and feelings have taken back seat As if heart is there and functions but without any beats It has no life to be witnessed or seen on the surface Exchange no good words or feeling when see face to face It has turned into hard stone with nothing new to offer Person seems to be all over dead and inside coffer It has its unusual boom and different visitor’s influx They swarm from distant land with colorful wing and relax All of sudden new life emerges with arrival of birds Green pastures attract many including cattle herds It has all qualities to absorb, refuge and shelter Too hot windy summer and icy severe winter To act as kind lover and meantime hostile enemy To show the path to all with keen interest to envy We have lot more to learn from desert environment There is common ground for happy and sad moments Once upon a time they would have remained hospitable Now turning into marshy land or islands inhospitable