• deepesh_shukla 10w

    Dwindling desert

    There used to be those days
    When she got lost in this scorching maze
    Searching for answers in self
    But only looking in empty realms
    Sand all perfidious creating mess
    Making mirages of desirous hate
    Until it rained over parched fields
    With time it make her realise things
    While desert was all dwindling
    Greenfields weren't so far away
    Though the lessons were in desiccation
    And life bloomed after carnation