Wednesday, June 9, 2010

walker

when he looks ahead in the distance
all he sees is barren land
he came hoping a fertile glance
all he sees is barren land


the snakes of the sun
come past the one
crawling, hissing, spitting
taking turns one by one


he fights them all, he moves them aside
filled with his sight, he takes them on a ride


with each step he takes
sand seeps in reverse into his boots
salty ponds turn soon to lakes
each time, whenever he aims and shoots


he fights them all, he moves them aside
filled with his sight, he takes them on a ride


groping in the blinding sun
oh! now far will he push
seeking the lost paradise fun
he walks on, walks on, to the eye of the storm


the snakes of the sun
come past the one
crawling, hissing, spitting
taking turns one by one

1 comment:

  1. ya allah habibi subah-en-allah,

    kalam tod k syahi pi gaye!

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