Baskadia

Desert too have their Rivers.

Entombed from birth in earth.

Waters mightier than Volta's.

But winds that do not always dry.

Rooth not by skies.

These runs to their unwitnessed caused.

To their unwitnessed end.

They gush into the bowels of sea.

Far far away from unaided human eyes.

If you does not see our tears.

That does not mean we do not cry.