A rider
was passing a desert.
He was to deliver
an important message.
He lost his way;
he spent all he had,
all the fool and water.
He was going to die,
in that endless desert;
life and death of many,
depended on his journey.
He found an oasis,
when he was hopeless.
There he met a girl,
a shepherd girl;
she was living there
with goats and sheep alone.
She gave him bread,
some goat's milk.
The rider forgot all
about his final goal.
He fell in love with girl;
Stayed with her till death.
Did he lost his way,
The day he lost the way?
Or did he got lost,
the day he found the girl?
Sunday, May 19, 2019