#WritcoPoemPrompt22
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...

Wandering in serch of peace,
In the desire to find his floor,
He takes burden of sorrows of life; wandering here and there,
Carrying many wounds of inferiority and cruelty on his mind and soul given by the society...

The tiredness is clearly visible of his body and mind,
But, he never want to rest in his path of search,
He is wandering in the search of such a world ;
where equality is best,
where some casteist rebels of the society could not deny the equality...

He serches forest, mountains and vallies,
highest skies to the deepest earth..
Now, he has come to the desert..
But, he could not find such a piece of land so far,
where he founds signs of equality.
But , the search will continue till his last breath.....


© Dimpi