Love and affection in the Arabian desert captivate the deepest human’s senses and desires.Pure yet so provocative .Loving a woman transcends even the point of admiration.Infatuated poets depict their passion like the phoenixes trying to reach the threshold of sky,before they are exhausted before death captures their souls and die.Love and compassion burn them to ashes, yet from the ashes they rise again to their ever youthfulness .Their souls seems to be in existence long long before the universe was in existence for as long their hearts beat they naturally thrive. The poet is like a sparrow but he doesn’t know how the sparrows live generation after generation. How they build their nests , how they teach their chicks how to survive . They are but wanderers despite their freedom in the vast skies.The joyous melodic songs they hum energize them to take all challenges of Life.The poet suffers the agony of loving a woman who doesn’t love him back or foresee his feelings of helplessness,remoteness and his solitude.
My love you are not getting near,
And l can’t get close to you.
l am like a chick in child’s palm.
He squeezes it between his fingers ,
causing it to taste death’s bitterness.
The child is amused with his game,
Not knowing what he is doing and why.
And the chick has no feather to set her self free and F l y .
(jalal michael sabbagh.https://mysuccessisyoursuccess.wordpress.com