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© Anuradha Prasad 2018

My land is barren, a reverberation of dunes.
Endless, expansive. Mirages my false hope.
The sea has receded. Its dance silenced.
It will return. Now, there is only the desert
without interruption. Thirst consumes me.
Patience, there are forests to come.

By the edge of the dune, on the horizon,
Amazonians tower. Birds of paradise cut
through its lush green canopy. A feather
sprinkled with the neon of green, the blush
of pink, drifts kisses my sand-dusted feet.

The horizon holds the promise of sea,
the dolphins, my eternal companions,
distant now, I hear their whoops of joy.
The last of them turns, his long snout opens
in a grin. His eyes hold the promise of a
million stars. Wait! He too disappears.

The sun relents, the moon surfaces.
A cold dry breeze rustles up a soft
howl of sand. No horizon, no promise.
Only the slivered stretch of a silver night.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

 

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