The Desert
Parched lives, unslaked thirst
deserts in the human mind
souls that are soulless.
Some deserts have rain
some have never seen water
some deserts are wet.
And when we don’t know
how to absorb heaven’s bounty,
rains of love, drain away.
©️ 2021 Suma Narayan. All Rights Reserved
This is a response to Warren Brown’s very pertinent and topical prompt, The Desert, featured in the November’s Poetry Prompt Contest.
I wish to thank Ravyne Hawke, for her call to action, as it were, and including my name in the roster of poets she has invited to participate in this challenge. Thank you.
I have never created a Haiku: and this involved a lot of frenzied thinking, planning, nail-biting and banging my head on the wall, metaphorically speaking. If there are errors, do excuse me: this baby is just learning to walk. Thank you.
