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 
Oh how I yearn for that emerald oasis of happy trees…. I do hope that I (too) will find it soon!
How ilove that oasis of happy trees, with laughter like berries. I feel the weariness and thirst from all the walking……..surely, life should be gentler than this.
Though your poem goes quickly from joy to despair, yet it has a gentle touch, a magical feel, and beauty in the wording. May these qualities prevail in life as well as art!
laughter hanging like bunches of berries is a beautiful image…
Much realism here, Sumana. Hopeful even with a tinge of sadness
I really enjoyed the contrast between light and dark dream thoughts, from an emerald oasis, to haunt streets and uproot dreams.
This is absolutely stunning!💖 Love the oasis of happy trees, with laughter like berries 😀
That “little emerald oasis of trees” sounds like heaven to me. The sandstorms of life however must be borne before we get there. I can see from the other comments how much this poem has affected your readers.
I love this!
“What’s rising
is a little emerald oasis
of happy trees
where laughter
hangs like bunch of berries.” Oh, yes! Beautiful! It’s so much easier to find the hunger and thirst that seem to be everywhere in one form or another.
Gorgeous center:
“What’s rising
is a little emerald oasis
of happy trees
where laughter
hangs like bunch of berries.”
Emerald oasis of happy trees where laughter hangs like berries really cheered me up
Beware those things that would uproot dreams!
Oh for a land where happiness hangs like bunches of berries. Such a beautiful thought!
Ah! dreams take us to a wonderland, which otherwise cannot be there.
To an “emerald oasis rising” … Yes!
O bring me the sweetness of happy trees… I think we can find it if we look
Oh my. This echoes a dream I had a couple of years ago, wandering around in a sand storm and looking into windows of deserted yellow houses. This poem is much better than my dream! I love the “emerald oasis rising” the happy trees….the finding of the happy trees….
Loved this line “where laughter
hangs like bunch of berries”. It seems right since laughter usually needs to grow and ripen. Your poem certainly grew on me today!
Thank you for taking me there
Lovely. ‘a little emerald oasis of happy trees’ ~ sigh ~ carries me away.
I love that it reads like a dream–a tad surreal, quick changing, the images keep you looking over your reading shoulder. I like it. I want to visit it…
most evocative lines: ‘walking in sandstorms’ and the last couplet has such impact – well written Sumana
What a lovely poem Sumana. It made me become a bit dreamy and yearn for the place you describe. I hope I dream your dream tonight.
Interesting poem. Sandstorms of life abound.We need some respite from them which only seems to last a short time but still appreciated when it happens.