YOU have come to me, on this hot noon
As the desert burns
My thoughts are blue, for a moment
The reckoning of my days
Bestowed on me
My breath is heavy with the dust of decades,
Loneliness. The descent
of a great desert
The say, nor the thought
Neither the sound
Can travel unto the truth;
But it has, behold – there is a storm
That gathers at the far horizon
The great tempest, as it shall be known
Henceforth
And forever
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Anant Dhavale
Coyright @Anant Dhavale
