'Desert woman' English poetry published in Newyork magazine.
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She is born with the
silent language of desert and winds
engraved in her soul and
every night staring towards the sky
fighting with her own guesses
which she made to catch the star
her beloved was following
to reach his destination
she sends her whispers
along with tender kisses
placing on the wings of wind
believing the wind would surely
travel far and far away
to transfer her kisses
with her passionate message of
longingness to her beloved
she lives in fire of
endless waiting moments
with flood of storms in her eyes
and suffers moments of blazing coals
as horrible pain
with a desperate desire to
rest in his strong arms forever
she try's to gather dews of her
evaporating deep breaths
and create imaginary of being
beside him peeping in his eyes
she never know
her wait would end or not
But she know one thing
she is a desert woman
and with flux of stone body
she would be waiting till her last breath....
