The Desert

I maybe silent,
Full of sand,
And here and there
A weary band.

People won’t live here,
Trees won’t grow,
Water won’t flow here,
But I still survive.

Hot sun during day,
Cold winds at night,
As dry as a bone,
But I still survive.

You write and I swallow,
You fight but I win,
You curse me in pain,
But I still survive.

You hold my sands
In your cupped hands
Alas! It falls!
Yet you try again, and fail again

Again you fight,
Again I win,
Again you curse me,
Again I survive.

--------------- Arunjit Singh