Desert Dunes
On desert dunes, I stroll alone,
Amidst a sea of burning stones.
Beneath the fiery sun’s relentless glare,
I walk endlessly, with words of prayer.
I stop to rest under a Bodhi tree,
A fragrance of the unsettled sea.
Filling my goat skin bag with care,
Collecting water for the arduous affair.
Under the weathered trees,
I find a capsule small,
My heart fills with curiosity and bliss,
enthralled.
A window to darkness, it seems to be,
A soothing sound breaches through, setting me free.
Whispering a dialect, a forgotten gift,
Nostalgia bridges this barren drift.
Tightening the chains around my hand,
Should I let misery bloom or bury it in sand?
Continuing my course, I decided to stride,
Embracing the unknown, with hope as my guide.
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