In the sandunes he walked,
Rather run for miles. He did!
Without water for days he did.
Has no-one to turn around.

The hooded shadow moved,
With neither water not food,
The mirage was a lighthouse,
It gives hope and hopelessness.

Submerged in the longing,
for life and crave for love.
Walked frantically as a corpse.
No, He resembled living corpse.

No birds chirped but eagle,
which circled him heavily,
He was the prey for them,
Under their surveillance!

They chased him throughout,
They interacted through eyes.
They were craving for his taste,
Those eyes were evil and pointed.

Commanding posture frightened,
Flew as the soldiers of the sky.
He thought, help them take me,
And end this endless torment.
© avn