A traveller was he, in the coldest desert
A heart, cold and deserted was all he had
Not much can be done
With all this, my son
Said the figure
As she quick disappeared.
Arrogance he oozed
And as he walked on further
She grew to become his muse
“Amusing”, was all she smirked and said
Flipping her hair,
She turned and walked away.
Water from the Oasis
And a lady’s rejection with no basis,
Were all that gave him company
In a place with no heaven, no bliss.
Little would his highness care
When his camel so thirsty, it fell
Oh, what could he do
When his camel was not all that fell.
He saw her everywhere
The urge to touch her led him nearer
The closer he got, the farther she went
Adamant was he that she would quench his every desire
So he walked and walked on what felt like fire.
Your name? he asks,
With kindness never before seen
Heavens roared as the camel snarked at such care
And as the desert saw rains for the first time
Mirage, she said, and slipped away.