Green Desert
The clock struck 6 and I died,
when my friend's heart for the last time sighed.
Gloom was I and wandered the roads for days
that a phoenix would have lived an age.
Blue was the orb, filled with pain,
that I scattered to people around me, lane to lane.
Walking on the street nearby, the window described a scene,
which I couldn't defy.
So I asked the performer about the affair, who then made it clear;
He said ...
"Almighty has made this patch of land in front of my house, futile and lean;
I can't help it...
But from my side...
I AM PAINTING THIS DESERT GREEN...."