Desert
The ruddy faces of travellers Sweaty body , dry throat. Half empty Mashaq. Caravans of camels: And their bells Creating melody with The desert storm. Dry sand-mounds; Brown, dust of sand. The scorching yellow heat. Small cactuses- In the name of Greenery Today: Camel is no more the ship of desert; Air-conditioned cars run instead. Instead of Mashaq, Bottles of cold mineral water. Music surely is there But of I-Pod; Confined to the ears Alone. A lot has changed! What is reminiscent : Simply Brown, dust of sand And Small plants of Cactus. Dated: 13 April, 2011 Translated from my poem "रेगिस्तान" http://www.sahityashilpi.com/2011/04/blog-post_6350.html