There Are No Deserts Within My Dreams Poem by Mohammad Younus

There are no deserts within my dreams—
Only meadows draped in tender bloom,
Where Chinar trees rise as ancient kings,
Their branches stirring heaven's plume.

Music breathes in endless streams,
A whisper woven through fields of light.
No walls enclose this quiet land—
The horizon slips beyond all sight.

Awake, I wander this open expanse,
Where each blade hums the breeze's song.
Rivers etch hymns into stone,
And every tree sings sacred along.

The shepherd's flute, soft and sure,
Guides me through valleys yet unseen.
With every step, new worlds appear,
Until illusions fade like dew's sheen.

I feel the pulse of creation's heart—
Its breath, its rhythm, its tender grace,
The stars' glow, the hush of seas.
In every breath, I'm held divine—
The whole of life resides in me,
And I reside in all I see.

MyKoul