"তৰা"-৯

I recalled it was sabulous

The song he was singing

In that desertic evening

The air was dry, and hot

The fossil dunes, we were sitting beside

Were carved and re-carved

Shaped and re-shaped

By the wind

Blowing reckless and strong

As if imperfection was never an option

The camels were still chewing

The little grains left behind

In their dirty feeders

A Beduin stopped by

And looking at the sun

Setting in the horizon

Gave a mysterious smile

Leaning onto a dune

I was sitting beside him

Engulfing to the song

He was singing

Looking at the sun

Orange and bright

It was a windy yet silent evening...

And the air wasn't at all smelling

I wished to hold a fistful of sand

For ever...

Remembered I was sad and happy together

That evening was a story

A story which was told and written, yet

Stayed un-heard, un-seen or un-spoken...

It was a windy and silent story.