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Apr 2020
All these years, rain fails to land,
No more crops ever stand green,
The land is so broken, the drought is so hard,
Only the salt that's left for the soul to rot,

Years have passed, no drops from the sky,
Hope was fading like a sunset light,
The blazing sun like a sharp silver needle,
Gone was the skin, only the bones were left,

When I thought the land was lost,
I could see no more of the future,
Seen was a delight my eyes could not believe,
What is darker than a moonless night,

Her eyes were black alright, but,
Can her floor-sweeping hair justify,
No more light I have seen anywhere else,
Her soul glowed like a thousand moons,

Her smile that wrapped her lips so gentle,
Sure I knew for it can bring all the joy,
I asked, but not with the words,
She granted a wish as a goddess would,

Brought her back to the Salt Desert, I did,
When she arrived at my village, starved,
The rain that had gone for so many years,
Came to see the love that has just sparked.
Inspired by the story Love Across The Salt Desert by Keki N. Daruwalla
M Srisaravana
Written by
M Srisaravana  31/M/Sri Lanka
(31/M/Sri Lanka)   
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