The Expatriate

Rays of dawn made the desert an ember
As the heart of an early expatriate
Who, came here leaving the heaven
With the heart as an ember in oven.

Noon made the desert a furnace
And the mind of his was vigorous
With a fire within him burning
Ready to do whatever he was given.

Night dressed like the women in Arabia
Moonlight on desert made his head grey
He didn’t knew that ages were passing
He and camel were lonely in the desert.

A mail to a friend

Waiting for you from dawn till dusk

Thinking you may come online,

In the busy moving life of this world

I know things are going smoothly.

Even I'm busy, running here and there

But now I'm lonely, in this desert

Looking time to sit idle and watch stars,

Who will be watching my solitude!

Nothing heard from your side,

Eager to hear about the courses

Hope in the classes you are the

Best teacher in this world.

Scribbling in the mail and don't

Take this as a poem, since I

Don't know to write the poem

Which has feelings and meaning