DESERT ROSE by Deepanshi Chaudhry, India
Pale crimson skies
Stretched beyond repair.
Clouds as scarce as life
Above the desert’s lair.
Upon the sarcous traces
Of the dusty morsels,
Rain from a wispy heart
Like drunken yokels.
From the parched sands,
Palatable scents diffuse.
It approaches, it taunts
The flesh cannot refuse.
The dead wind in its lullaby
Whispers vigorously to give in
The parched eagle shrieks
The rose is bloody from sin.
Remember the thorny cacti
Scorched by the wrath
Defence is no defence
Pain lies on that path.
The giver of verve
Gives not but mercy.
Famine fuels the force
The desert is testy.
The tunnels beneath the sand
Lead to worlds unknown
The edifice in the distance
Could it be a tombstone?