Simply because You’ve seen only the mirages In that vast desert, It doesn’t mean there is no water On this parched earth. Rare as they may seem There are sanctuaries called ‘oasis’ In the midst of such a wasteland Where clean, cool water awaits Some fortunate traveller. Only that You have to make it. Please walk on, says the Spring, ‘til you get to the fertile land of love. And sing a song like a bell ring. October 13, 2020 (11:45pm)