Towards Jaisalmer... Poem by shweta singh

Life exists in a variety of forms,
Nature nurtures it as per its norms;
Imagine life in the absence of water,
Without green leaves and spring shower.

Life exists in a lifeless form,
with barren land, plenty of thorn;
As far as vision can penetrate,
Trees are rare and spikes saturate.

Sand dunes rising high and falling low,
Sterile rocky mountains grow;
Sheep grazing scanty vegetation,
Yellow flowers question authority of sun.

Houses appearing and disappearing,
Cloth-clad women with pitchers running;
Nature plays its games around,
Man fights for survival all round.