Thursday, March 1, 2018

Desert Oven


Desert Oven

Summer sun shine on blazing sand,
gloat angrily on water less land
No where the trees and rives flow ,
no cool breeze wind seems blow

Not a single hut or cottage near
trace passer human not prefer here
fear and terror might premantly perched
What could be, desert except where

as if we landed on different planet
which is unknown to man and pet
how shall i feel the the rich heaven
it is nothing but the desert oven