The Arabian Wonder

Is this just another taste of the reality of illusion? Or do you think it is just the clarification of confusion That the little hand that’s as feeble as the stalk Could feed the aged sages with the meal of chalk and talk. I was just gazing through my global window on Soup land When I discovered this little Arabian wonder Her blueprint on Soupland many crave to understand And her footprint on the world moved the aged poet with wonder The poetry passion that springs from her streams of words Has thrown millions off balance as many still wait to wonder How such a little poetess could decorate ideas with golden cords And present it to the world in a show of poetry wealth and wonder Though far away is Farah the Arabian wonder Loud and clear is the pen with which she writes Her poetry picture rids the mind of many a blunder: The quality that makes her the soup’s delight