Love and affection in the Arabian desert captivate the uttermost human’s ,
Senses,emotions and desires.Pure ,honest ,faithful yet so provocative .
Loving a woman in the Arabian deserts transcends even the point of ,
Admiration and worshiping.Infatuated poets depict their compassion,
Like the phoenix yearning to reach the threshold of the heavens,on the ,
Verge of getting exhausted ,before death captures their souls.
The purity of their love burns them to ashes yet from the ashes ,
They rise again to a new rebirth to their timeless youthfulness.
Their souls seems to be in existence since the universe existed.
For as long their hearts beat ,they live their inspiration and thrive.
The poet in the Arabian desert is like the sparrows ,but he knows not,
How the sparrows live ages and ages ,how they nest and raise their chicks.
How they teach them to be resilient to survive , they are wanderers ,
Even though they have their freedom in the vast skies. The joyous melodies,
They hum motivate them to face all the challenges life might bring.
Often a poet suffers the agony for loving a lady who doesn’t love him in return.
Who foresees his helplessness ,remoteness and his solitude.
My love you are not getting nearer ,
And l can’t defy the tribe’s rules.
l am forbidden to get close to you.
l am but a chick sparrow in a child palm.
He squeezes it between his fingers ,
Causing the chick , the cup of death to drink.
The child is amused ,playing his game.
Not knowing what he is doing or why ?
And the chick has no feather to set itself free and F L Y .
Jalal Michael Sabbagh-https://mysuccessisyoursuccess.wordpress.com))