Warm,lustrous and blinking
These are the metaphors I use
I adore to the sands of Jaisalmer
To admire them,simply serene
I just used to stare daily evening
When the giant sun sleeps
In the arms of Thar
It reminded me of mama
Making me sleep, early
When I was eight,and
school was a thing
I woke up like the Jaisalmer sun
Five in the morning
Because I had to rise,too high
To the stars,from the stand
Among the cloud nine band
I often used to think
The sun rises in Delhi too
Why isn't appealing as there
I went to the banks of Yamuna
Then, I saw no arms back there
No thar,no desert,no arm
Where would the sun go even?
Half an hour past, I began to smile
Finally,I had my clue
No it wasn't the april loo
It was the lustrous sand
Gone with the wind
Away from my hand
~vaibhv
