My heart is a desert
Like dry sand whispers scars
Blisters by heated sun
My heart screams torments
I lived till the day
my bruises are left open,
In the desert air, to breathe
For a sip of life
I walked miles by
But I mistook a mirage
For an elixir to survive
No, I don't like the desert
And maybe my heart too
Contrast to me is that cactus
Which I envy the most
It never cries of heat
Rather saves tears in thorns
Dances in my misery
Just to tease me
as I could not survive
The desert and my desert like life....
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