Tuesday, 19 May 2009

Desert soil (Poem)

By Remigius de Souza

© Remigius de Souza, all rights reserved.


  1. This is wonderful. Speaks volumes. Contains universal philosophy in a few words; clouds do not stay on the skies of deserts but the thisty eyes always look up to sip even a tiny drop. The sight of white, rain-filled, fluffy clouds lures hot sands only to move away to some distant land. But the thirst remains and so does the scorching heat .. Yet, somewhere from deep inside hope blooms in pink flowers that tell tales of dreams that never came true but nonetheless spring as riot of colours from a handful of sand to spread smiles on dry lips .. Reminds me of T.S.Elliot's 'Waste Land'. Remarkable work .. !!

  2. Thanks, Saima,
    I wrote this poem quite some time ego. I felt a poem was not enough. I have been struggling to find ‘Lowest Common Multiple’ – in the series I just concluded, in real life, I don’t know how long.