Desert
Who said
Deserts
Were just
Dry Sand
A barren
Unliveable
Inaccessible Land
In the belly
Of the dune
Lies the music
Otherworldly tunes
Beats of Chang
Breath of algoza
Charms of colours
Not country of ruins
Regal camels
With long strides
And the gypsies
Chromatic site
Tents pitched up
Dunes more alive
Shimmer and shine
Reflections Devine
As she turns in to
Prismatic prime
Lissome movements
Arms make signs
Tinkling anklets
Addictive than wine
Mirage mornings
Cool moonlight
A land of charisma
Mysterious rides
Movement is life
Hardships and strife
Music and dance
Desert codes so right
Patch of green
Where sand
Meets stream
A magical land
Thats oasis grand
Here we rest
Before we hit
Deserts breast
Eternal quest
Circle of life
Of mystical death
Nalini
Devine.........Divine? Gypsies........Gypsy's? I like this one very much. Wonderfuly descriptive. Rhymes nicely though you lose the rhythm once or twice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a wonderful poem..]