Such a barren and a desert place.
The hot sun beating up like
Drum beats
From the echoing paving.
The dusty cracks, regular
Dry lines like
Hop-scotch on a play ground.
And there you are!
A red oasis
Blossoming out,
Erupting like a
flower volcano.
Your red paper-fine faces
Beaming up at the sun.
Your delicate leaves
Like jade feathers
Stiff and strong
Sprawling across the concrete.
The seed pods of past glories,
Straight as soldiers
With the promise of
New birth
Amongst the desert slabs.
Creation work among us,
In our streets
And desert places.
