I Married

Journeyed I the distances long,
Through the region trackless,
Breathed and inhaled sand hot,
Without taking rest or respite;
Kept in the eyes a single face,
The destined aim to be attained,
And pursued it place to place,
While hovered upon my head,
Sable death like the dark clouds.

The hot winds tore my breast,
Scalded and lacerated the seat
Of thoughts and emotions pure,
Like the round ripe cotton balls,
Gurgled nothing but fluid of love,
The only sin my heart contained.

I remained behind astray all alone,
Entangled myself in the puzzling
Valley of love and sat forlorn amid
The fierce menacing wilderness,
Ah! At last I married Miss. Desire,
Dowered by Madam Hunger.

poem by Muhammad Shanazar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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