Torched by the sun
Whipped by the heatwaves
Bitten by the scorpion
Yet unfettered
Contemplating in oblivion;
The vultures fly down
To feed on the cadaver
Ruminating;as they savor
Enduring without endeavour;
Blinded by the sandstorm
Choked under the dunes
Withered throat,left scathed;
Smiling a deserted smile
And tears falling on parched lips
Dead and undisturbed;no more agile,
In a disturbed state of mind
And a thousand untracked reasons behind.

Poetry by suraj
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Written on 2007-05-23 at 22:19

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