Deserts Versus Humans

The amorphous sand dunes on the chest of desert

Blemishing its soul superficially, causing fugacious scars

Then comes the confused wind, dispersing the gold grains

On the scratched heart, thus panacea rains.

 

Unlike the exteriors of desert, human hearts have iron-crusts

The wounds don’t erode, with time they only rust

Slowly crumbles the shell , and deeper seeps the hurt.

They gulp down misery, but keep the face robust.

 

Life would have been much easier

if human scars too were easy to dust.

 

Confused– The Daily Post prompt