Poem 17 - The Arid Desert. By Vijay Simhadri.

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The arid desert was incandescent, burning a lot, It reminded me of western films - yes this was the spot That films were taken in those days. So powerful and heated were the sun's rays, I looked around in search of water, No family I had present: no mother or daughter, It was just me in this lifeless area, I shouted out loud, Only echoes could I hear, The skies were without a cloud, Only orange atmosphere filled the sky, I gazed up high, Hoping rain would fall, Or someone would hear my call. Cactuses were nearby, I thought there was no need to cry, I slit one and drank water from it with glee, I grinned with happiness, there was no need to flee.