In the midst of unending sand-land,
I witnessed an Oasis, full of greens
and the water was glistening as the
diamond eyes of my beloved.....
Thirsty I rushed to drink
to wet my dry throat,
the lines of date trees stretched
their branches to call me- - - - - -
Come, come take rest, the band of
Arabian musicians are here, fill your
ears with their exotic music......
I stumbled, I fell I felt the
scorching heat, getting near
I found no Oasis, no water
and no music.
Sand and sand was only there,
and the sky above with its
hot ball, the earth below barren.
The Cactus world tore me,
scratched me, wounded and bruised I,
found me under the cover of sand,
forming a hole, deep and fathomless.
If you are mirage, I'm quicksand now!
We often get deluded by mirage and life often turns out to be a blistering desert! A beautiful poem which is very enjoyable! Thanks for being introduced to your site and thanks for the nice comment!
A very nice imagination of being caught in a desert chasing the Mirage and becoming the Quicksand!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Halder, it was a nice poem, i like the title a lot, its like a mirage to go and read the poem once we read we fell into the quicksand of words...hahahaha nice! _Soul