Survival instinct…

 
 
The hot sand beneath my bare feet,
Caught my body,
I tried to move,
But there was no where to go,
The sand walked with me,
In every direction,
I tried to stand,
But the hotness of sand was killing me,
My entire body started to burn,
For sometime,
I rested on my back,
But soon it also started to burn,
I thought of running,
And then,
I ran,
I ran very fast, 
Was bounded by a desire,
Which kept me going,
Though,
I didn’t knew what it was,
I slowed down after sometime,
But I never stopped,
I saw something ahead,
It was just an intuition,
But it gave me hope,
I again started running fast,
The body started to feel light,
And there it was,
A river,
I made it,
It was right in front of me,
But my speed was high,
I knew that it was not possible,
to decelerate in time,
So,
I closed my eyes,
And opened my arms,
To enter the cold water,
And as my feet drank that water,
Through its skin,
I caught my breath,
I knew that desire now,
Which was unknown before,
It was nothing but a desire to live,
And to survive,
It was my survival instinct…

0 thoughts on “Survival instinct…”

  1. Shreya Sharma says:

    Beautifully written. I actually imagined myself at the place.

    1. shreyans says:

      thank you very much..it means a lot..glad you liked..

  2. Aishwarya says:

    That’s a wonderful poem Shreyans! And I particularly like the expression where you say the sand walked with you in all directions. Well done 🙂

    1. shreyans says:

      Thank you so much..i am really glad that you connected..

    1. shreyans says:

      thank you for reading

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