At the Souk
My heart is out for you
At the souk
My heart sits on the steps
Falling from sand to sea
Crying for you
At the souk
My heart whirls like a dervish
Around straggling lasses
Wending their way
To desert wells
Looking for you
At the souk
My heart flying high
With vultures circles the burnt siena sun
Sifting with dismal slit eyes
Mistral sands
Raging way down below
Leaping for you
At the souk
My heart
Whining to sleek rich women
Tries to sell them cheap pearl strings
Choking on you
At the souk
Copyright © Debasish Datta | Year Posted 2011
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