In The Burning House Poem by nimal dunuhinga

[“Where is my oasis? Too far from
here for me to crawl with these
dead legs, refusing to co-operate
Hands and fingers clawing uselessly
through the grains of sand...”]― Kiera Woodhull, Chaos of the Mind

Not a single drop of water
to extinguish the fire
Except a can of Kerosene
in the Kitchenette?
Collected few belongings
and jumped from the
naked window
with the bundle of passion
on his back.
Starlit night the desert is cool
and he walks towards............
but from time to time
he stops and looks back
as he scared of his own long shadow
and the footprint.
He mutters a prayer like song
'Where I have come from
and where do I go? '