SANDS
I set foot
on the sands of the Arabian Gulf
In Nineteen
Seventy Nine;
The sands,
since then, have swallowed me up,
And
consumed all of my time;
My time has
been spent, in work and in prayer,
Through the
warm Arabian Nights;
The nights
have exploded and lifted me up,
To wondrous
towering heights.
The streets
are all paved with 24K Gold,
In the
mystic Middle East ;
The Gold is
so pure, spreading an array,
Of a gala
sumptuous feast;
The feasts
are so many and time has so sweetly,
Played on
my favorite song;
The love
songs of life, that keep on singing,
Moving me
on and on.
The nights
are lit up, from the skies above,
By a
million or more stars;
The
twinkling stars that shine out of the dark,
Are like
watchful eyes from Mars;
The eyes
that peer ‘neath black silk veils,
Of sweet
and charming faces;
The faces
of fortune, in oil rich sands,
Of sleek
and flowing graces.
How many
times have I left these sands,
To return
and roost back home;
But the
sands keep calling, luring me back,
To its
great mosques and domes;
The domes
that keep shining, reflecting the warmth,
Of the
sizzling noon day sun;
The sun
that keeps rolling, simmering the sand,
Around,
almost everyone.
A Home away
from home, is what I’ve found,
In these
hot and burning sands;
The sands
of time, that have kept me so close,
To these
wonderful Arabian Lands;
The land of Prophets
That one
man toiled and taught;
A teacher
so mighty that none could defeat,
Even
though, they, in vain fought.
Let me rest
beneath the burning sand,
When my day
is over and done;
Let my day
be near, so I can lay my head,
Beneath the
scorching sun;
Le the sun
shine bright, through all of time,
In this
beautiful bounteous land;
Let the
land flourish and grow on to become,
A heaven on
earth so grand.
Ministry of Defence, Seeb Camp, Muscat , Sultanate of Oman
