The Desert.............. Poem by Nirvan Kumar Upadhyay

The open desert, the hot desert;
Why I'm alone, in the sunny night;
People just say, I don't fight;
Why didn't, they focus on; the work, in the secret, that I had done...
The sweltering desert, the open desert...
I think, I lost, in the desert,
It is too scorching, I knew, I have a strong heart...
I was upset, for my work,
That I did, in the past years,
It is the net, in between, I stucked...

I feel, somebody has taken foots of my wear.......
The barefooted chair, under open air....................