Quenching

quenching
thirst of journey
through time’s scorched-earth sand dunes
desert-oasis pond appears
gathered by lore’s cupped hand, lapped by dry tongue
waters of youth’s giving fountain
wet sojourner’s parched lips
old soul’s desire
quenching

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32 thoughts on “Quenching

    1. You have entered the Monsoon season. We are having dry weather here, so I wasn’t thinking Monsoon when I wrote this. Rajiv, just for you, I am imagining a sunny oasis with a hammock to rest in and lots of palm trees and a little, cool creek running through it. (No torrential rain allowed). Stay dry and safe! ☔️☀️🌴😊

      1. This year, the monsoon is bizarre. There is so much rain along the western coast of India, that they are flooded. In the North, lots of humidity, but no rain. Last week, the temperature was 38 Celsius, with a real feel of 49 Celsius.. I thought I was going to die!

      2. Actually, I would like to hang some of our politicians!! It seems your President will visit India on 26 Jan 2019 as the Chief Guest of our Republic Day Parade. Sigh !

      3. We have many madmen here these days, in India.. he would feel at home here! But, we are generous.. we will return him to you !

      4. So, here is hoping that you get just enough rain and not too much. And no washing away on the flooded roads allowed. ☔🌈 Crazy weather!

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