Desert furrows

A desert sun,

stifling body in this heat

no thought of bitterness

no thought of sadness

reclines a stickling lizard

over a trodden rock

flicking it’s tongue

for the mercy of water

but can’t move it’s body

cause there’s no hope of ‘morrow

just waiting for the rain

waiting to be washed

burnt with pain

scorched by the sun

a gray lizard

with desert furrows

 

© Sejal.G 13 May 2004

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