The Parched Heart’s Yearning
Arya Visen
India
Amidst the arid, desiccated earth,
Where parched soil stretches for all its worth,
There lies a burning, yearning desire,
A thirst for life that naught can quench or retire.
The sun's scorching rays beat down without reprieve,
As all life withers and prepares to leave.
But from this desolate, hopeless state,
Springs forth a passion that cannot abate.
A hunger for something brighter, more sublime,
A thirst for life that transcends all time,
Bursts forth from the depths of the barren land,
Challenging the harsh and unyielding hand.
So let the drought rage on without end,
For in its midst, hope and resilience blend,
A thirst for life that endures through strife,
A promise of a brighter, more vibrant life.
Arya Mall Visen, a soul of seventeen,
From the land of India, with a pen that gleams,
Writing for fun, with no professional path,
Poetry and stories, her creative craft.
With each word they choose, her soul takes flight,
For Arya, writing's a way to soar and be free,
Crafted with care, and each letter takes wing,
Her words flow freely, like a river in spring.