Fair

I come from a land with skies

So clear

Sands vast

Where no shadow can last

I come from a land that begs for clouds

For rain

Yet here I am

Half a world away

Sitting

Watching

Yet another rainy day

While my lands

Die of thirst

Irony of this unbalanced curse

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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee View all posts by strangerpaths