What was desert-reality
is fading away
in the foggy haze
of a dream.
What’s rising
is a little emerald oasis
of happy trees
where laughter
hangs like bunch of berries.
I have hunger-
I have thirst-
for I have been walking
in sandstorms since ages.
Yet they roam,
haunt the streets
to uproot dreams.
Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
sumanar/lekha 
