I Have To Go On Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

Borrowed songs
Rented dreams
Cliched words
These goods
Are for free

I do take pride
In each of my strides
For I planted trees
In barren reliefs

I've walked along
When Head winds
Were strong
Drenched to
The bones
Stone cold
Were surrounds

None of my trees
Escaped,
these Miseries
So nothing is found
Just Desolate grounds

I have to go on
To no where
I belong
The sand dunes
Play tunes
To them
I dance along
Nalini