in my thirst
i am perched upon sand dune
watching warm wind blow dust
in the direction of oasis -
my oasis is right ahead
open and welcoming
cool and alluring
to senses left long to dry
but why?
Why am i imprisoned
without pins and shackles
I'm held captive
against call of my season -
self respect or surrender?
which is the reason
that makes me withhold
leaving unquenched
yearnings of my soul.