Dwellers In The Desert Poem by Shuaib Saifi

The golden sunlight belongs to the sun,
The silver moonlight to the wandering moon;
The stars above in playful patterns run,
Content beneath the heavens' vaulted boon.

The restless waves are cradled by the sea,
The burning day is filled with vibrant light;
The flowers bloom where once was barren lea,
And shadows fall to join the waiting night.

Yet I remain as lonely as the past,
While gardens welcome spring with gentle air;
Wherever my despairing eyes are cast,
No joy remains for me, still lingering there.
The world, to others, is not this burning hell —
A place where only I and solitude dwell.