The blazing sun ***** dry all tenderness
The famished landscape bares its ugly face
When others in conventional comforts rest
Here love faces its hardest test.
Love in this barren land seems insignificant
A morsel matters more where food is scant
The moribund clouds dried up in the firmament
Love is redundant here and suffers banishment…

I turn away from this land
Little knowing love fails no test
It spares not even the aridest sand
When the baby digs into mother's breast!