There’s a place
in the mountain tops,
where I want to linger,
spending the rest of my days
in hours of sweet scented slumber;
living off the rich and bounteous earth
that savors a multitude of dark secrets of life;
waiting for that final and fleeting moment in time,
when the birds will sing forever and brooks will run along;
and deer would flock around to join in the beauty of life’s sojourn;
when the caller cometh to take me away to wallow in that Garden so green.
(Riyadh, Saudi Arabia,2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem