Drifting away Gently with the tides, Taking the blessed days and nights With you, oh precious boat!
Won't you slow down a bit? I've got so little of your gifts!
Stranded on the ground Of this transient land, Caught in the mirage Nothing but heated sand I embraced with both hands!
Only to discover The gem of life, Is shaped with Days and nights of sacrifice.
When you make the trip next year I ponder with tears Will I still be around?
If this was the final treat, I only hope I'm haven-bound
Ershad Khan has a background in Journalism and Media Studies. He occasionally writes poems on contemporary issues.