Thirst.....

The wind is blowing hot,
dust and dead leaves stir up
aimlessly drifting to places unknown,
the summer sun beats down merciless
the hair on my forehead gets blown away,
the faint trickle of sweat wets my cheeks
the pangs of thirst slowly creeps my senses
my feet dragging me inch by inch ahead....

In the middle of nowhere I look for the brook
but, there is nothing but a winding road ahead of me
the barren land by the sides mock me,
Oh heavens, where are the shores of still water?
Every bit of me longs for the cool trickle of you
to sooth me and to quench me...
My steps unsure, my eyes dreary I look for thee,
Where will I find my brook in the middle of this emptiness!!!!