It Is Written

It Is Written

The caravan stirs and awakens
The rising camels moan and bawl
From the distant minarets comes the sound
Of the muezzin's prayer call.

Was it yesterday, a month or a year ago
I rode off into the desert's burning sand ?
While your eyes tried smiling from the veiled face
And you bid me good bye with your waving hand.

You hid your tears well when I left
You did not ask when I'd return
It was your lot to endure the yearning, you said
A lesson, the desert women quickly learned.

Night after night I made the sand my bed
While I watched the stars leap from the sky above
What good this quest for trade and riches, I thought
If I could not return to the oasis of your love.

The memories of bliss were sometimes a haze
Like images seen in the winds of harmattan
But the heart longed for the home among the dunes
And the joy of belonging never forgotten.

When I hear the adhan, I know God is great
And He will grant me this merciful boon
Before my body wearies and my mind is clouded
Inshallah, I will be with you soon.

I believe not it is just a mirage in the brain
Which accounts for this intense yearning and pain
Needless to say, I am in love, I am smitten,
As they say in Arabic, 'Maktub' - It is written.

~ Krishna ~
23 April 2001

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