A Nomad
A Nomad
Bewildered and aghast, he speaks,
The silenced volumes, in his shrieks,
And his own tears, he wouldst drink,
Oozing from his heart, his eyes blink.
Humane and assertive he would speak
On troth and virtue, stress he’ll wreak,
His heart a blissful resort; free of stress,
Of earthly pursuits, and the impish mess.
Among his peers, a spell he wouldst break,
From the deep slumber, whip them awake;
He were a poor victim, of spiteful thought,
He wouldst sup tears of woe, afore the rot.
In the scorching sun, he wouldst stray,
On the arid deserts; he’d fret and fray,
Woe driven, he won't discover a soul,
Accord with him; for the beloved goal.
Nothing’s a free gift, even life’s a loan,
Paid back with a life, swiftly and ‘lone,
A trustee, he’d shielded his life chaste,
A calm surrender, lo faster than haste.
By Dr. Riaz Ahmad, February 10, 2026
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