Sunday, 10 March 2013


The hot summer heat is thickening my blood  

My face is parched and sweat is beaded on my brow

My legs are shaky and my heart is pounding

Dunes of sand rise above me as formidable mountains

The flying dust blinding my eyes, now settles down within my soul

As the eternal fatigue over powers me and thirst the killer stabs me

No water, no shade, no scope for salvation

Will the hope rain of come too Late?

Or, will it only wash away my dried up bones! 

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