On The Carpet Of Fiery Sand Poem by Mushtaque B Barq

On the carpet of fiery sand.

In the dale of mind's eye
a roving wish
amassed the grains
to let its bleeding breast
rest a little
on the carpet of fiery sand.

Veiled stars and naked sun
had in common a pain,
out with my bosom
both wished to foreplay
for turning me wild
on that sheet of sand
where half chopped neck-

that decked up garland
of my robbed roses
where tulips and daffodils
never fail
to festoon a death bed
of a freshly ravished bud
to sun dry
the broken bone's course
on the carpet of fiery sand.

How come, the say of sun
be soft and low
for no tyrant embraces a heart
that pulses for cause
and defy the diktat
even when wrapped up
in the carpet of fiery sand.

A seep out longing
lisping in the wilds
what songs. Lyrics and lute
of well-known bards
who too like in reverie raised a house
at the bay of restless sea,
may in the past had invited those bards
for audience without pass
to surpass ‘ The Cross'
for damnation
on the carpet of fiery sand.