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Running in the dry river beds,
Hoping for water,
To quench loong standing thirsts;
And the dry river bed meanders on,
In some parts,
A loong stretch into the horizon,
Raising hopes at times,
Only to realize it all mirageic hope,
As it ends up all patched up and sandy,
Giving fake hopes,
That conceive,but disappointment.
I cup my brow with the edge of my hand,
And,at loong stretches,I see many 'pools'
And I ask myself if I should forge on,
In hope that one of them might be real,
Yet if not real,remember,
Disappointment has cumulative effect,
Drawing you to the Mmhh...moment,
Where one questions:
What is the significance of life,
When all one is acquainted with,is grief,
     sorrow and pain?
And question the very love of God,
When understanding gets all but clouded
     by disappointment and failure,
Praying all the time,
Yet having nothing to show forth,
For any of your prayers,
When passing through the Job moment,
When absence from the body,
The sweetest of all experiences it seems