Listening...

In the desert,
There is none but the legs
The ever-trusting & protecting camel
Is also lost in the desert typhoon.

The life is in the throat
Begging to be released sooner
Mrigatrishna no more lies ahead
Calling, come...come...
It's too gone out of sight
It was the false cause of going..

The deity of the desert smiles
As the prayers are heard
It's anklet tinkle sometimes
Its wooden shoes makes cacophony..
It's a she and a he
Both!
And is listening..

8.30
27.7,2016