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tread on! move on! in this life’s caravan,
unending trail of life from dusk to dawn!
pass skeletons in sand from days of yore,
sand has blown over, past footprints are gone

man with limp walks to meet destiny’s chore,
further he walks further the distance more,
trivial his rewards for journey he takes,
when death beckons all ends on zero score!

why take such a journey past eddy lakes?
through hurricanes and thunder when earth shakes,
the lure of unknown like fly to a lamp,
who can tell them of their pointless mistakes?

the weaving desert like slow moving ramp,
worn out camels stomping to distant camp,
with thirst to quench, in quest of needed rest,
joys of living traded to earn money stamps.

folly of growing wants, desire for best,
under billion stars where soul is a guest,
enamoured by body, life is lead astray,
voices of prophets lost in sweeping dust!

silhouettes of pretty maidens to music sway,
remedy for heartache, is lust for her clay,
the breath in synchrony with flow of wine,
passions swing past as night ends in day!

in pavilion of ignorance, wise resign, 
on the carcass of wisdom, fools may dine,
truth is buried, shrouded in black silk drape,
where dance of the devil and lies combine!

the truth is somewhere deep within that grape,
that helps dreaming mind from falsehood escape,
in silver cup of fortitude pour some wine,
and kill the myth, give reality new shape!

in the warmth of fire where embers shine,
where greed plays havoc with cries of mine, mine!
pour them the taste of that fermented potion,
to awaken their soul to bring them in line!

in tented tavern amidst commotion,
truth frozen, but untruth is in fashion,
I feel your lips on my lips to reassure,
lips of damsel wine that brings elation!

I see the coloured glasses glitter pure,
jingle of anklets on bodies demure,
dancing to please insolence and wealth, 
calamity, disease, pretences sans cure.

pour me a cup so I can drink to health,
to bemoan the tale of truth lost in stealth,
in flow of wine there is freedom of breath,
liberation of truth, from deep underneath! 

Tamam shud!( original ending of Rubaiyat) means
all clear or the end!!

Based on Omar Khayyam’s Rubaiyat

Written 12/11/2021
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