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Monday, July 7, 2008
As simoom blows past my ears
My forehead oozes cold sweat.
The silenced throat screams water
And the disorient body marches nowhere.
My frame is perishing to surly friends
Moving feet are now my only hope.
Embarked upon a journey,
Of a beautiful unseen world;
I had set out to taste humanity.
Here now I find myself,
succumbing to Insanity
Amongst Sand Dunes!
Amit R. Purswani