Today content of my poetry is related to a desert rose that can survive in strick environment....
Though sizzling it is Under the burning sun
Abhorred by many
Yet esteemed by the one.
Who can look
through this hell
For desert seemingly stern Nurture the desert flowers
That stands strong in this blazing flare
For if your aim is to rise, Face the toil with a grin.
To fall is a blessing For what more is a flawless life
But a reflection of stagnant water Let your soul be crushed
How painful - no matter It is the damaged being
- That manifest to splendor.*
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