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Parched,dusty,hot,angry,sand desert 

Not any geographical desert but in the soul

Oases of scarlet blood made of raw wounds

Thoughtless,mindless minions sprinting towards goal

Mirage of happy future drives the servants crazy

The goal through cataracted eyes oft become hazy

Golden deer,the golden egg-laying goose,Alladin's chirag

The labelled servant reads a few books, he begins to brag

Bragging of his intelligence ,his education,his written books

Myopic vision ,clouded thoughts,his youthful handsome looks

Admired,but overly envied by his friends and companions

Envied by the poor have-nots who wished to be in his boots

Heavens darken,the desert screams with outstretched arms

The rain comes in a drizzle then in torrential downpour

Smoke wafts skywards - the heat released,pock-marks and puddles

The scarlet water in the oases mingles with the pristine rain

Minion tries to solve the primordial equation but in vain

© Bishwanath Mukherjee