As far as the eyes can behold,
Not a single tree comes in view.
A tree which can provide shelter.
The earth beneath my feet is parched,
Barren,
Bereft of any vegetation.
Under the scorching midday sun,
I stand alone-
Defenceless,
Vulnerable.
I have lost direction
In the labyrinthine maze of life.
I turn my face away from the world,
Like Arjuna in the battleground of Kurukshetra.
And I turn to thee, O Krishna,
You are the beacon of light,
Which my tired soul trails.
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