In the desert of your memory
I wander madly
Searching for your footprints
Seeking your solacing sight.
I pass through some duping dunes
Addressing you
With thousands of endearing names.
A mirage of your shadow appears
That seems to come from nowhere.
The fire of separation
Burns my soul
My heart sinks,
My breath slips
The thirst of
Your caring love
Is still on my lips.

© Dr. Zainul Husain