The caravan of life has travelled many miles,
Over the hedges behind trees along the way-
While blue sky and green Earth greeted me, the driver,
But now we rest at home near a bridge night and day!
The wild horses of desire, at their own leisure neighed,
And tossed me from East to West, and North to South-
But the ship with loaded cargo of fear, without any cheer,
Moored to make my both ends meet from hand to mouth!
The desires that desired to sweep out my soul,
Along the superhighways of romance for sure-
Often searched for the craziest adventures,
When the caravan was young for a self-cure!
My soul was then an ageless pawn, from dusk till dawn,
But sank deeply into the gleaming mask of night or day-
And the flare of naphtha lights flickered in the winds,
Through the open windows and quietly stayed at bay!
Now the whirling dusts along the caravan’s paths settled,
And the budding hedges behind trees stand so clear again-
So the golden sun appears like a hole of light,
To be stolen by a hero of the sky truly in vain!
The hedges are like the restless Bedouins,
But they do love to live in their own pack-
And the age-old trees portray the old men in their den,
Who guard the doorways but want their youth back!!!
“Milestone”
June 14, 2021
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