الجمل (The Camel)A Poem by Kshitij GuptaI'm in fact a camel, lost in the desert of deep thoughts.A calf meanders away from its caravan, Unaware of the consequence, Unprepared for the pitfalls this vast sea of sand has to offer, Complications that are beyond its cognizance. The calf had been shielded by its masters' protection, Blinded by his affection. The desert had seemed like a friendly place, For they had sailed through it's trails with effortless grace. * * * Cast adrift in the barren land, It's hooves keep sinking deep into the sand, Perhaps too weak for it to stand. It takes time to discern the true state of things, The dangers that the barren land brings.
The progeniture had stepped out of its comfort zone, Everything had been an illusion, Navigating the trails proved to be an unexpected obtrusion. It's notion about the desert life had been nothing but a mirage, For if looked upon closely, 'Tis as easy to sabotage.
* * The camel yearns water, Water that would keep it alive, And some shelter, Shelter that will help it survive. Its cover has been blown, The protective bubble has burst, All its excitement turned to dust, Now that it is on its own, Now that it has stepped out of its comfort zone.
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9 Reviews Added on July 28, 2015 Last Updated on June 15, 2016 Tags: Camel, Comfort Zone, Illusion AuthorKshitij GuptaDoha, Doha, QatarAboutWriting is a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story but don't want to make eye contact while doing it. more..Writing
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