Prickly cactuses and tumbleweeds,

Scattered there like human creeds,

Miles and miles of sand dunes,

Hidden insects sing in rapturous tunes.

Where eagles circle over for prey,

As sandvipers sneak out in day,

Giant spiders and deadly lizards,

The sun was blacked out by blizzard.

Ghostly voices moaning and wailing,

As sandstorms rise to touch sky’s ceiling,

Ah!!, a medieval castle in the barren land,

Who built it in the nothingness of sand?

The wind is the architect who twisted,

The ravines and rocks got blasted,

To form a shape resembling a castle,

A bizarre “ DEVIL’S CITY” in the middle.

Our minds are like lonesome deserts,

Showing mirages to unsuspecting hearts,

Growing prickly weeds of hatred all time,

Deadly creatures roam around to maim.

The vast expanse of mind mostly empty,

But it holds poisonous thoughts in plenty,

The innocent heart seeks an oasis,

But the malicious mind denies it spaces.

© K.Radhakrishnan