A desert tree..

                A desert tree..

The date tree in the desert epitomize “the life of a man”

It looks like a man in a green crown turban

who teaches again “ Life is a sacrifice”

 Given up his own life in the battle of dreams.

The dusty trunk is rough but the heart of wood is soft

In the scorching space and bright rays primly stands

And pick up happiness for the saplings or siblings...

 In the drought dusty air, many are dead and desiccated

But the strong hand like palm fronds waves and cools themselves

Tolerance and far off searches by deeply rooted responsibilities

Thus, made the dreams to bloom, with spikes of golden yellow fruits

 Now makes thatches for little birds  

 “ the nest “ a graceful feel of this life.

For their smiles and shining eyes this tree bids

To dusty hot rays in the lonely desert

That fills the dust with blooms of fragrance

And the heart with the sweetness of plum dates…

Hey! Don’t be thankless birds.

This makes the tree to weep in the desert.

The rachis with leaves making as a pen

Dips in the desert  grief’s  mix with dust

The expatriate who wrote colorful episodes

 Here remains as the date trees in a green crown of the turban.