Mountains, sand and silt everywhere,
It is not colored,just dull and bare,
It is so very lonely.
Why is it though , I wonder?
Wind blows safe and sound,
Sun glows hot on ground.
It's a desert,abandoned.
No single life, live within .
Once, it might have been colourful,
With flowers and trees all joyful,
It must have been happy with humming birds ,
But something has happened to this cheerful being
Maybe a soul is the cause of this,
Might have used this garden without limits.
Cut of her beauty and made her plain,
Now here she is all alone and chained.
-Samara.H
