Deserted

All I can hear is the whistling winds

The sultry weather taking over my mind.

The abandoned land, filled with sand

And only one thing visible to my eyes.

I want to take over all this land,

This vast, undesirable, barren ground.

I am certain that I can change and so

I swayed, striving to keep my dominance

Never reasoning about my frame

Which was stuck with the desire to dominate.

Now my visage is full of sweat

Not with fresh but a frown

Cause I was not able to move a step forward

But the crowd has crossed all bounds.

The Sahara is where we learn

A flower can grow in extreme

Only when it is not austere enough

To keep a grim face while crossing the

stream.

Just like the sand shift to form dunes

A human should move,

Swift serene and sit where it should.