Ode To Harmattan Poem by Zafar Khan

O northeasterly dust-laden cold wind
daughter of the Great Sahara Desert
they call you the good, the bad, and the ugly
while I call you ‘Mystery', hidden in haze and fog
O Destroyer, and Preserver blow gently
you give relief from the oppressive heat
and yet we humans are ungrateful
but some call you `Doctor`
as you touch their skin tenderly
O Destroyer, and Preserver blow gently
you blow away the dead leaves
turn untended embers in to fire
usher in invigorating dryness
and drive away your humid tropical sister
O Destroyer, and Preserver blow gently
you are tame less, swift, and proud
as your mighty breath announces
the coming of rich farming season
Africans rejoice and dance in festivity
O daughter of the Great Sahara, hear me!
blow gently, blow gently, blow gently.…………………Zafar Khan