Lying in desert,

amidst the scroching sun,

was once a hardrock,

full of banter and pun.

Beside was the oasis,

full of frantic fantasies,

who became victim,

of her in-built jealousies.

Oasis threw its aqua,

on the thorny hardrock,

and that grain stone-hearted,

tied self across the dock.

He, in his genuine tone,

asked oasis about the reason,

of her diagnosis,

and sudden change of season.

Situation was strange,

as he himself was the lancer,

when he was the question,

and he himself was the answer.

But this melting gesture,

was testimony of thing one,

oasis matters to hardrock,

maybe a little less than his pun.

Oasis was awestruck,

seeing cracks in the prop,

how many more hints,

does he want to grow crop?