Wonder when he could be bestowed with such apathy,
neither could he.
A bare feet walk on a bed of sand which sucks him down,
the boiling sun now starts killing him without any frown.
As he tries to take a glimpse of his life for which he was gifted with this crown,
the crown of death in the middle of the yellow seething sand,
for accepting the gift of God with both the hands.
Unaware or just silent, the Almighty sees,
how love is killed by the selfish hands.
Looking up at the sky, taking the last of his few breaths,
he prays, let this incessant love fall never stop,
let these brave hearts in love never hold back,
let this rain of the essence of life continue,
then one day this barren desert will also bear fruits.
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