LIFE IS A DESERT

 

T. VASUDEVA REDDY

 

I stood in the desert

A deserted man

Amid a world of kith and kin

All wary, chary and worldlywise.

The dear are becoming dearer

The nearer much averse to come near

The deadly ulcer of penury

Makes a progressive record

In consuming my fleshy body.

How long shall I resist the jealousy

Envy and ennui of the society?

Leeches have sucked my blood

Asses kick me with hind-legs.

I have no cheek to face the asps

I am a lone man in the barren desert

Mule mocks at my sore feet

Dissembling mirage tantalizes me

A thirsty man with a parched tongue.

Life is an endless desert

Full of sands and sounds; No oasis.

 

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