The Song Of The Desert
By Fiza Pathan
My heart is broken into several pieces
And before I could collect them
They scattered throughout the dry desert.
This vast wasteland is my home
With the scorpions sting and the rattle snakes fangs.
Welcome to my world dear darling of my broken heart
And make your humble abode with me.
I get pricked by the cactus
And then I cover my wound with the light brown sand.
Sing to me my lovely passion-flower
And drive away the mournful being that lives within me.
I long for your love as a desert Arab longs for an oasis.
Don’t desert me my humble one as you are my true love.
The sun meets the noon during which time
It has crossed many sand dunes
To reach a certain depth of thought
To drive away evil elements.
My drink is full of blood
And my plate contains the dead camels flesh to eat.
I am merciless in my demands
If I can’t have you then none other shall also be yours.
The serpent is near me as a rest;
It cheers me up as I cover my hand with the grains of the dusty earth.
Moan with me dearest and then together
We will dig out dead bones from the ancient sand and chew upon them
Come to the desert my intellectual lover
And then I will philosophize with you
About plaintive numbers written on the sands of time
And old wounds that reek with blood long ago.
Copyright © 2014 by Fiza Pathan
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