DESERT ROSE

The car was not running
Desert was being crunched by the chain-knives….
The chasers were of the view, perhaps in the desert,
There is “desert rose”!
………….
Blood was dropping from body of a young girl
Was going sunk in desert…..
And from some where, the roots were getting it
The rose was red, and desert was pale
Oh, how the story of my love
She was raped, disgraced……
Now people were made gathered to get me tightened
My arms were armless, but the chasers were beating my ego…….
and …
Sting was singing with Arab singer…
Some one was stinging my dead beloved’s nude breasts
Music was going on in air ..
And red rose was still far away from the chasers!!