Written in some lost moments when I was working with the Ministry of Defence, Seeb Camp, Sultanate of Oman, 1992, and spent almost a year, alone, by myself in the military camp.
conversation, over dinner;
Two Worlds had spun!
Two hearts, spoke
across a table;
Had so much fun!
Is it love,
or a loneliness;
that brings us together?
From up above,
He provides us;
A sweet scented savor!
We reach out,
so blindly, moving;
Away, out of sight!
Like two ships,
passing each other;
Through a stormy night!
Poetry by Fazli Sameer
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Written on 2009-11-09 at 13:52
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Ships
Just a briefconversation, over dinner;
Two Worlds had spun!
Two hearts, spoke
across a table;
Had so much fun!
Is it love,
or a loneliness;
that brings us together?
From up above,
He provides us;
A sweet scented savor!
We reach out,
so blindly, moving;
Away, out of sight!
Like two ships,
passing each other;
Through a stormy night!
Poetry by Fazli Sameer
Read 555 times
Written on 2009-11-09 at 13:52
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