Friday, February 5, 2016

White Desert - Bhuj

The sun takes its golden dip.
Full moon splashes snowy glow.
Spellbound by the artist’s grip.
The cold winds whistle and blow.
Deep, beyond the vastness spread.
Shrouded by a salt carpet.
The pinch of the desert’s bed -
offers to tickle us wet.
Cheers echo as mugs clink.
Our silhouettes watch us drink.

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