#Poetry ‘Woe To The Desert’ by Fiza Pathan

Woe To The Desert

By Fiza Pathan

The desert bakes in the heat

As I lay down in the sands.

I’m passing my time talking

About liberalism to the rattle snake.

I’m waiting for the rains to come, and

Quench the thirst of this hot land.

My lover has certainly forgotten me, and so

I sleep with the scorpions who sting me a lullaby.

Their sting so sharp makes my flesh swell up

Yet my heart still beats within my breast

Not yielding to the poison.

The cactus and the camel

Are my friends in this wasteland;

One satisfies my thirst while

The other carries me with the tribe.

My lover has taken everything from me and

Has left only his memory behind for me to feed to

The vultures that constantly stalk my path.

There were so many loving words

Upon these lips of mine but now

All that is left are curses galore.

Where has he gone away to

And why has he broken my heart?

O vultures go to the Arab oasis

And ask him about his intentions.

I’m to remain here till eternity

Without a partner to share my woes.

O woe to the hours we spent

Together below the Himalayan Mountains

Talking endlessly about amour to each other

For now only curses I hear

When the sandstorm blinds me.

You left me because I

Reminded you of a desert

And took my friend to be your wife

A fruitful vine in the garden of your lust.

And I am now vacant in my emptiness

With the scorching sun-god above my head

And sand dunes to shade me

As a small effort of comforting.

Copyright © 2014 by Fiza Pathan

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