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"
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