I saw a rose in a desert,
In the silence of sand.
She is like a mirage to me,
With no water, no soil.
She standing tall, defying the law
I ask, how thou live in the heat of sun?
She rejoicing her essence,
said, "Where nothing grows up, there’s chance of love.
Love does not seek conditions,
It takes place in the desert too".
I listened, smiled and walked
On the way, leaving a trail behind...
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