DESERT’S  MIRACLE

Lonely did I stand in the vast desert.

So full of thorns with a thick luscious looking leaf,

Trying not to wilt in all the odd of the vagaries of nature,

Though standing in amongst the sand did not crumble like one,

Always inviting the thirsty camels to have a bite to soothe their coarse thick tongue.

 Was neglected, suddenly some great naturopath realized the goldmine that I was

Was dried, churned and powdered

 I was sought after, became the talk of the town,

In the yoga camps to page three parties,

From mouth to mouth my fame did spread.

 Concocted into gels, creams, pastes and tablets

I was suddenly seen on the paper adds, TV adds, hoardings in the neon lights

Marketed for a youthful skin, shining hair, to heal the burns and wound

Found my entry from stomach to the gut helping digestion to acidity.

Became a fad, everyone trying to show my presence in their own product.

      I became from” A THING TO THE THING”

From a vendor to a businessman, from housewives   to stiletto wearing ladies went out to possess me with great fervour. Was bought from the desert to the household and put sometimes next to the revered Tulsi plant.

   Yes I had arrived – My Name ---The Aloe Vera (The cacti)

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I stood lonely too but everywhere was I seen, in any place you name it you find me quenched the thirst of many, wore the shining garb, was as alluring as you can dream.

Was present  in the hotels, on the streets, in the temple and in a stately bedroom.

Was used to take out the lust, passion, desire, anger to humiliation but stood my ground,

Sometimes died the hundred deaths of shame, some times wilted, sometimes strong.

But I never came in the sight of a anyone to bring me to the light, to stand side by side to a noble lady, or be acclaimed for what I am, the services rendered to the sex starved lecherous men. They say I am blight, but still am so required that my clan is growing so rapidly. You are a cacti of the desert, you have a name and place but I am a mortal in the hub of life, still have no face, no one to take me out of the plight, no one to cherish, want me, give me the dignity to live,  NO NAME    to talk about.

DESERT’S  MIRACLE

Lonely did I stand in the vast desert.

So full of thorns with a thick luscious looking leaf,

Trying not to wilt in all the odd of the vagaries of nature,

Though standing in amongst the sand did not crumble like one,

Always inviting the thirsty camels to have a bite to soothe their coarse thick tongue.

 Was neglected, suddenly some great naturopath realized the goldmine that I was

Was dried, churned and powdered

 I was sought after, became the talk of the town,

In the yoga camps to page three parties,

From mouth to mouth my fame did spread.

 Concocted into gels, creams, pastes and tablets

I was suddenly seen on the paper adds, TV adds, hoardings in the neon lights

Marketed for a youthful skin, shining hair, to heal the burns and wound

Found my entry from stomach to the gut helping digestion to acidity.

Became a fad, everyone trying to show my presence in their own product.

      I became from” A THING TO THE THING”

From a vendor to a businessman, from housewives   to stiletto wearing ladies went out to possess me with great fervour. Was bought from the desert to the household and put sometimes next to the revered Tulsi plant.

   Yes I had arrived – My Name ---The Aloe Vera (The cacti)

(ii)

I stood lonely too but everywhere was I seen, in any place you name it you find me quenched the thirst of many, wore the shining garb, was as alluring as you can dream.

Was present  in the hotels, on the streets, in the temple and in a stately bedroom.

Was used to take out the lust, passion, desire, anger to humiliation but stood my ground,

Sometimes died the hundred deaths of shame, some times wilted, sometimes strong.

But I never came in the sight of a anyone to bring me to the light, to stand side by side to a noble lady, or be acclaimed for what I am, the services rendered to the sex starved lecherous men. They say I am blight, but still am so required that my clan is growing so rapidly. You are a cacti of the desert, you have a name and place but I am a mortal in the hub of life, still have no face, no one to take me out of the plight, no one to cherish, want me, give me the dignity to live,  NO NAME    to talk about.