The Desert of Dismay

 She strides with time,

With no reason, no aim,

As if a day’s work could forge,

Another day’s claim.

 

She faced still – a mind of no way,

It was in the desert that the traveler gave away,

Stood and trodded yet no movement no play,

Her life’s last words were merely stray.

 

Time of countless magnitude – it didn’t hesitate,

But a grasper had had a rather preposterous taste,

She said, “Oh I have time – no need to work ahead”

And life passed on as she struggled for bread.

 

An assignment a heartache, a stroke blasted there,

As if a single grade more and life’d seize repair,

And when they tell me to work, work I do,

A deprecation a disgust and a loath so anew,

Shatters my will and I can't see uphill

Tells me there’s no way for the sitting still,

But have I any way? It nods off to there,

And says with a scare,

“Life is a funny affair.”

 

Soon as my thoughts fear me out to a ruddy little horseplay,

I see they do no good – no motivation, no purpose aweigh,

A Nile of tasks anew, every single day,

I have lost my life to the desert of dismay.

- Krisha Shastri