Uprooting the consciousness to place it somewhere amidst the parched lands

Hoping for a miracle of new growth from the transformation of deserted lands

From them, hoping to regrow that consciousness with help of new soil and roots

While it has already been severed from the truth of being, it is another entity

Alien to the desires of the soul and mind that it once shared a deep relationship

Waiting for passersby to sprinkle some knowledge to satiate its urge to grow

The weakened consciousness can barely hold on to the disintegrating land

In an atmosphere of harshness, a breakdown is a cataclysmic event of existence

Wrath of elements scorned triggers an event of colossal damage to the senses

Outside the environment of love and gratitude, consciousness does not bear fruit


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