Should One Go On?

The day has taken a blinding hue

With scorching heat it burns

The roads are empty and hallucinating with exhaustion

For a spot of shade the lonely traveler yearns

Memories of a cool breeze and raindrops keep him going

Tomorrow the pregnant clouds and a pleasant day shall return

Till then, with a birdless sky and a beingless earth he moves

Walking a step, fearing miles

Wondering which way this godforsaken path will turn

Will it lead to calming pastures of the past

Or break his spirit with a mirage