A desert for acres infinite,
ramble with your thirst,
but if you have a fruit bite it
and suck its spirit, let the seeds
shower on the arid dirt
because this land is known for
the growths of plants beyond any logic.
I may find you and shall ask –
“Why am I here meandering?
Perhaps, if this fulfills
the ugly promises of any desert,
my hallucination provides your sustenance.
Again, we are talking about deserts.
Maybe you stumble here, not me;
you talk to me as if I am your oasis
or a cruel joke leading you,
thereby me too, to a slow quietus.