What reason
You litter waste
Upon me
Wishing to dry me over
The barren moorland;
I am the stony cut
Of my desert land
Here I make my own image
By the sand dunes, and
Plant my tears
Thousand flowers in a take
Visible
Only to painful eyes
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
A brilliant,succinct,tour de force.
So humbled dear Sir Vijay Nair Jee.
The pain hits hard and strong