Oasis

In the desert the travellers are weak. 

They want’d a place; So they seek,

Then found that one where everyone,

Relaxes and loves, which we call as oasis. 

The oasis a part of the desert,

Where happiness and joy is filled forever. 

By the dawn and at rest;

They are wonderful and Best. 

The travellers sit to relax and rest,

And the voice of the Nightingale makes it best

The sweet voice of it makes the travellers fit

To start the journey by the next day with grit. 

What a life with joy and happiness;

Which everybody loves and likes. 

They can make a person happy with joy; 

But what to say; They must reach their target on time.

But ne’er failing they must reach on time. 

But ne’er failing they will reach the target on time. 

Of course I compare this Oasis,

To the wonderful English Language. 

As a poet I write with happiness. 

To my very own loveable Language. 

Which is more popular and familiar at this age;

Among the people of this world. 

-Joel CJI

PS,I guess I should mention tat I wrote this in 2008 when I had no clue what poetry is