Deserted Desert

The people were moving away Leaving their homes For in this desert The chances of life Were doubtful And this year There was a drought And the desert Which was already thirsty Could not show Even the remote possibility For the few residents This is the low of Nature If a man is not fruitful To others They leave him For his doom Only a useful person Is valued by others After all The world runs on work Idleness is living death A man with no good Character traits Is ignored by the world But when this bitter truth Is applied On the old parents It hurts still more They cannot be compared From the desert For, they are the valuable Precious treasures Who keep their loving Blessings on their children