A Trip

In the desert of Thar

On a trip so memorable

Sitting on the burning sand

I saw a camel.

His eyes blinking monotously

With constant gaps in between

As the ship of desert cried

Cried for a drop of water to drink.

I saw his master’s face

So calm and composed it was

Inspite of the burning heat

Not a single sign of worry it showed.

Bearing that heat all his life

He grew old in that sand

Working for his family day and night

On his face,

He still supported a smile as that of a carefree child.

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