The song of a gypsy

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                   The song of a gypsy

 

I’ve trailed around, ways thru hills and vales,

Pursuing You in thickets, lightning and gales,

Hearing melodies, lyres and melodic springs,

In bloom and fragrance, the luminous wings!

 

 

Alas! If I looked into the Concealed I’d owned;

Lost to the ephemeral pursuits I’ve bemoaned,

If I hadn't chased the booms of echoing drums

Trumpeters' orchestra, aye everything crumbs.

 

 

I yell desperately; verily in my fright frightened,

O Love! Cast Thy splendour; I’ll be enlightened;

Why I were thither? I bewail and humbly plead,

O my Lord! Bless me and let my fiasco succeed.

 

 

Love hast thrown a spell with magic and charm!

Of the ephemeral pursuits; I shall myself disarm,

I am therein shown a track, I would never resist,

I’ve watched the insurrection, so gloriously exist.

 

 

I am lingering on; and very desolate and so wild,

Afloat on dusky chaffing water, always beguiled,

Carving deceptive craters into mine soul; astray!

Relentlessly restyling myself, ah whereto I stray?

 

 

I sob and cry that I hadst known You, but failed,

I’d detoured; amid bustling crowd and derailed,

In my frantic ecstasy, I’ll blast thru veils and say,

In lightning chase of the Unseen, I make my day.

 

 

Ferry me thru turbulent water sans sails or mast,

Tons of filth bestrides my canoe, lost and aghast,

I race but my long strides turn short, petty thing!

Weltered to my grind, wither in bloom of spring!

 

Blaze my tender heart and make the flames leap,

Burning straight to the core in one violent sweep,

Forsake my bloom, spark me to that resilient fire,

Where the souls whirl and merrily play their lyre!

 

 

O the day's come I shall revel and gulp from the jar,

The honeyed wine, from the azure vents saved ajar,

Of His Uniqueness, Wits and reasons failed to know

The beauty of love; a victor ‘twas in the pastel glow! 

 

 

 

By Dr. Riaz Ahmad

October 28, 2025

 

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