Arabian Saga
I tread through my story
Knitting the yellow sheet
I rejoice the dunes heat,
Merely chew beneath my feet
I silhouette the foliage
Aid the weaker
I am transporting drops
Athwart the boiling weather
I am the hero amidst the throng
I shall not heed,
Heed over a car or bike
I shall stay on the street
I am not modern
Nor am I Just Plain
I am the Arabian Saga
I am what’s present in the desert grain
Copyright © Sajdah Al-Riyami | Year Posted 2009
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