Feet stung, face
crumpled, in soil dry,
Pours burning heat,
the sun, melting;
All winds of ember
embracing.
Fascinate shadow
trees aside,
Tempt fruits with
wines red,
Entices coolness of
oasis beside,
To plunge in
pleasures far and wide.
Never a flower pulled the hands,
Never a wine sipped the
lips,
Never a plum tasted
the tongues,
Never a tear shed
the eyes.
Neither any status-
the hands empty-
Nor any splendour,
nor luxury,
Nor embellishment,
nor pomp,
In its journey from
the womb.
The head naked,
neither any crown,
Nor dwelled in
golden throne,
Nor any ruby, nor
emerald,
Never had it any
coral bead.
While time passed
uncertain end
As the deaf, as the
blind,
Those who wore
precious pearl,
Mocked: “a
destitute”, “a fool”.
In the bundle only cost-less things,
Tear drops, scars of
wounds,
Torn, scattered,
rags of dreams,
Also the refugee’s
silly coins.
Still a treasure, in
mind's screen,
The traveller’s lamp in journey alone,
Few ever heard, few
never saw,
Few ever felt, few
never knew.
Neither impure, nor
shattered,
Nor hidden, never falsehood,
Can’t be replaced
with any jewel,
“The love forever,
unconditional”.
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