Darkness is in every corners  of desert animals
witnessing the faces of donkeys and camels
The owner opens the gate for them to rest
but the unkind wind breaks down from the east
Caravan of camel is not decorated in colors
walking towards the desert without any flowers
Everywhere I see women wearing their veils,
without seeing their lips and simple smiles,
their  white-pink  garment is handmade,
Inside, suffers an  unseen  house maid
She is bold and gentle, but dark by birth ,
Same like God’s own created Earth.
Looking at the distant burning flame
Thirst  for  soft touch  rises to blame
Not grasped by inner heart desires,
Dried ,withered  dreams Disappears.

BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Email: williamsji@yahoo.com
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