A Timeless Tale Poem by Hamd Ejaz

ages, ago, in the time of timeless sands
of scorched lands, dust and draught
of modesty, faithfulness and love
of long perilious journeys,
there is a legend embedded in my memory
of passion, affection, desperation.........
the tale of that man is long forgotten

that day, the sun was more shearing
its rays like sword scathing the skin
the sands were whirling; misguiding the man
tricking the man into traps of impending doom
the sun was shining bright
but for the man, it was all gloom! !

his legs are trembling now,
his cloak burns, from the touch of the magma sand
his tears and sweat merge;
his lips as dry as an autumn leaf
his hands empty and enfeeble
there is nothing but grief and grief alone

he cannot walk further
his legs tired; his hope was his only stick
which lay now bruised and battered
in the purging flames; he kneels
raises his hands in a hopeless prayer
silence and death is all he feels

his hands weaken and his body heat stricken
but, faraway in the horizon of dust and dunes
someone approaches............
as the God might have finally heard him....
he might be spared of the agony and anguish
he might be spared of the woe and throes

in the dusty horizon; the figure approached
as it approached; clouds covered the brutal sun's glow
as it approached; cool breeze began to blow
as it approached; life began to spring
as it approached; heavens started to sing
the figure approached closer............

she was so beautiful........
the mere sight of her eyes
turned his thornful thirst into a lie
for she had turned the lifeless place
in to a grandeur garden
his eyes widen as he gazes into her face

nothing was more beautiful than her
not even the mightiest treasures; islands; nothing
she stands by him; her eyes tearful
she touches his hand in a distressing smile
his body feels a jolt; a jolt of happiness; hope and vital
he stands up, smiles and they both leave; in a short while

but, by now, his cloak had turned into ashes
his body lays in the flames
his hands still in prayers
his lips still dry
his eyes as lifeless as a stone
the man looks back; at what he had sacrificed
he is happy for he has paid the price
the price for eternal love
the price for eternal happiness!