Desert Traveller
A desert traveller in his way
Comes up with hurdles all the day
Like a seeker of knowledge drowned in its sea
With a sack to collect and destroy pearl and weeds
He has to survive in this evil life desert
With snakes, tarantula and poisonous lizard
All are waiting to tear him apart
To show splendor and might on their part
What a Pity! they whisper in his ear
With the ruffling wind that he could hear
The Storm of protest rebelling inside him
To let it out, Prove himself on whim
With the sword of his knowledge he killed them all
Close to prosperity and success waterfall
Cupping the water close to his lips
Pages of his past one by one he flips
The tear in his eye and smile on his face
He creates the history and leaves his trace
