Traveling,
marveling,
lingering
around the globe.
Wandering like Santiago in the Arab desert
Seeking the cursed ego
He was on a song since years ago;
People met with a purple mask
He never asks
Who are you?
Why are you?
And don’t do the same task;
Bird in the chest leaps up
Cupping the holy sip
Sipping on the soaring ship
Dipping and nurturing up;
A soul, a holy coal flutter
Facing and punching the cutters
Always flies like a butterfly
She remains mute and mutters
Little angel cladded in black rob
She never bamboozles the mob
Folk come and show fickleness
She never sicks from sickness;
Learning from the law of nature
She stays cool and mature
Smiling like Athena in a steamy phase
She does not show her haze;
Flying and blooming in summer air
She emerges fair and rare
Reading Rumi and cherishing Clair
She faces rustics and trusts Crystal Clear,
Fatima, she plays for Santiago
Reminds the world of, a mysterious web years ago
Caring like Manolin, she remains in the flow
Sharks she faces, Marlin she kisses
Strange creation, she befriends to foe.
By: Muhammad Adnan Gujjar
