The travellers are travelling in the desert of the world,
They are weary of the hazards of the frustrating sand,
In course of their journey they are very thirsty,
But they can not get any pleasing water to quench their thirst.
Time is really hard for them,
They can not easily expect any oasis here in favour of their name,
The travellers always fight to overcome the drudgery of the sand,
But the hostile desert wants to dismantle the spirit of this band.
The travellers are known to me
And I believe they will certainly subdue the desert
By delving the oasis in it
And making it hospitable and comfortable for their own existence.
The first line speaks volumes! A wonderful poem dear Anjandev! Well penned.
Hazards! ! Muse of the deserts around the world! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really we r tired of our journey to look for an oasis of peace. Its a beautiful poem in its slender form.