DESERT LUCK

The blazing sun and the sparkling mirage

Flowing sand and the blessed  old barrage.

A man with only twenty desert rain

Who saw woman’s lovely back on every mountain terrain.

The life of a poor caravan traveler,

But today a primitive feeling stir.

When she set her delicate foot,

From the palanquin, decorated with henna tattoo.

 

She saw a beautiful male,

Her eyes filled with black soot

Speaking from behind the blue veil,

Her eyes told what in her heart brew.

He stood there like a statue,

Thinking such creature walks

The earth who knew?

Her fair skin as camel milk,

Her hair was like china silk.

She stooped to pick the dates,

And asked “what are the rates?”

He was still stuck at her neck slope,

He hastily reached for stall-stand to grope.

His eyes drill into her soul,

Passion burning them likes smoldering coal,

Her turban was lined with coins of gold.

Still his gaze were bold.

 

She was dazzled under his intensity

She asked for water for she was thirsty.

And then she removed her Concealment

His heart leapt out of his lungs.

Every inch of his body was filled with goose bumps.

All he could see was her pouty red lips…

She admired his chiseled muscle while she sips..

She turned never to return,

Her harem betraying bouncy hips.

His heart already started to yearn.

 

But as she mounted her ride,

He saw her disappearing behind the curtain

He felt himself to have been shun

But a servant came up to his side.

Handed a message with a slide.

He rolled open the scroll

His eyes still full of her fetching mole..

He jumped with joy at his star,

And thought he was luckiest man in bazaar.

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