At last

A hot summer day it is, he enters into that desert in torn clothes and matted hair
Walking among the sand dunes, he reminisces his princely days of care

Touched by the piercing love of cacti, he keeps them safely in their place
With a willful smile on his lips, he walks alone in a leisurely pace

Feeling the burning heat, his swollen feet cry badly to rest
Unheeding the request, he continues his life journey in quest

In the whirlwind of sand, he is caught unawares to move anywhere
Usurped by feelings, his mind raises a bigger storm from nowhere

Sun is gone but Moon is back with her svelte charm to kindle fantasy
With an empty look, he applauds the vast expanse of brown audience for its courtesy

In front of his mind camera, the forgotten days of glory replays its charm
With a heave of sigh, he feels the pain in his heart as if stung by bees in swarm

Hunger and thirst haunt him as he gasps during those final moments of departure
Closing his eyes gently at last, he accepts her loving hand given as a gesture

With their hands locked, their spirits rise shirking off the pains of separation
They thank liberally for their failed love is glorified by all in adoration

The night is over but he still stays on his sand bed all alone careless
A friend of him comes near with a morning wish only to take him back to his palace

Wiping his eyes in excitement, he jumps up to embrace his pal lovingly
With a thrill voice, he narrates how he lived a story once again to write impeccably

In this big world of glamour, millions wait to have a glimpse of him
A celebrity he is after all, his every poem is a rage to conquer them as a hymn