Weary and dead tired
I walked on a dreary desert.
All I saw was dull and barren land
With dunes scattered across the sand.
The sun was burning my soul
I had aching feet and tired soles.
I kept walking without a repair
Looking for a shade in despair.
With parched throat and burnt soles
I kept looking for a water hole.
I kept walking across the barren sheen
Without any sign of green.
All I saw were only illusions
That gave me ample delusions.
I fervently hoped in vain
That God would grant me rain.
Across the distance it seemed it was you
But my heart knew for sure it wasn’t true.
You left me for a greener land
To find an oasis on barren land.
I came chasing you defying time
Not a penny in a pocket or a dime.
I continued and kept walking
As the cactus's started mocking.
Then I saw an oasis huge n large
But my heart knew it was a mirage.
I still ran towards the luscious green.
Hoping to find you in tangerine.
As I quenched my parched throat.
Dipped my feet and let myself afloat.
You walked towards me handsomely dressed.
I gently held your hand as you caressed
I was thrilled but my happiness was soon outlived
You took me to a palace fine.
A princess greeted me in silk and shine
She gave you a graceful bow and a light kiss.
Looked at me and asked who is this fine miss
He told her that I was a friend in need.
This burnt my heart complete.
Tears swell up in my eyes and I cry.
He left me for her on a land dry
I wanted to ask him why?
But he had lost the courage to look me in the eye
I wanted to hate you for giving me this pain,
But my heart deceived me and I still loved you in vain.
I wanted to fight a lost battle,
Realizing fully it would be fatal.
I bid farewell on a note sweet
Leaving you with your princess in your heavenly retreat.
I walked back in the desert dry,
Looking for a heavenly embrace as I cry.
The desert welcomed me with open arms,
Drowned me within itself and made me forever calm.
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