Parched

Parched lands,

Dry ,dusty, rusty
Flowing and resting to the whims of the wind
in summer

But when rain – drops
on parched lands, they come to life
like a chemical reaction of sorts
a burst of energy
smelling pleasant
giving life to a million others

In a few days the rains go back
and the lands are back to their depths of depression
rusty dusty and dry
flowing and resting to the whims of the dry winds of summer

Subject to extreme extremities
these lands are straight and innocent (and naive)
Subject to only the truest emotions
it does give way to parched skin
and rough hands
and dark circles

and yet these people
are the truest

(and the most difficult)

Here’s to the most difficult ones..

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