#WritcoPoemPrompt22
#Worldpoetryday
He drops on the sandy folds,
Of a deathly bed,
A lost traveler of a mighty desert,
Parched throat, cracked skin,
He is his own Messiah,
Or another vagabond victim
he was tortured by heat waves
but he covered himself with shield of sweat,
the blaring sunrays made him almost blind
but he had one hope that he could clearly see his next step,
he was a traveler who knew
the journey was what he craved not the last grail..
© madhuri_bhadra