XEROPHYTE

When you coerce me, my love;

To pen down tenderness of verve.

Walking the thirsty desert dunes;

How can I sing melodious tunes?    

Mirages emerging from the wild dunes;

To promise the hope of emptiness.

Oasis to quench the burning thirst;

Still remains ahead of trust.

Marooned in this bone-dry land;

Living a life of apostatize stand.

Dreaming the breeze of oasis ahead;

Beyond the reach of sense and deed.

Begging the sight of a jade meadow;

Spread around the hilly shadow.

Let an illusion descend upon me;

Even in form of mirage it be.

When you coerce me, my love;

Blood oozes from wounds of crave.

Tired within like an autumn leaf;

Never can sing the tuneful stuff.