“Gobi, help!”
Tragically she was abducted.
Moan of despair
Besiege me,
When Chollas found themselves snared,
Tormented to demise.
My plead to thee
My plead to thee!
Chollas moisturized my skin,
They nourished me,
Now that they’ve gone,
Leaving me wrinkles, nay brawn.
Palpably, I smelled you,
Sickening, sordid, squalid
“Fresh grass, Dona!” someone prompted.
And there the calf gulped the grass.
Noticeably, I sensed you,
Cows scattered all over me
Leaving a room for an ewe
Gorging themselves
With my sole bloom!
Red with rage
Remaining sunk in gloom
Irresistibly, I’m old.
Exhaustedly, I am hoary.
Wearily, I was told
Yearn for radiance,
What a nuisance!
No way to show resilience
Don’t bother, it’s transience.
Shame on you,
When you still try to eschew
My plead.
