THE END POINT

THE END POINT

Reached the destination

With no garden

My soul so dry I need to satisfy my thirst

Nothing seems to be growing in this desert

Ploughing and hoping for raindrops

When it rains it flushes my seeds

I’m too weak to move to another place

I’m too tired to wash my face

I appear as the ignorant punk

My sweat turns into manure

That kills everything because it’s too salty

My skin is wrinkled because of harsh sun rays

That I kneel hoping for a cure lotion.

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