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PILGRIM'S SONG
Drooling sun,
hazy afternoon,
desert stretches on for me.
Emily
Bronte and John Keats,
Along with Omar Khayyam
Under a tree:
Is it a mirage,
Or parched man's hallucination?
Worldly love,
with its promises,
still waits for me in modernity.
However,
this craving soul wants
surety of a lasting bond.
I am me,
And the fate-writers,
of God could not fathom this.
O my heart!
do not look back now,
I want to keep moving on...
Dry sandstorms,
cannot frighten me,
I must meet Keats and Emily.
Who knows what
waits for poor me there,
Free poetic souls' company?
O you sun,
your blazing heat can't
Stop me in my onward journey.
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on May 3, 2011).
