Me, a passionate Indian merchant
With twinkle in my eyes,
Treading on the half-erased foot-prints
On the sands of Time
On my romantic adventure,
To meet you my love.
You, the elusive Persian princess,
A marvellously pied butterfly
With unique patterns of deep colours
Imprinted on your fluttering wings,
Hopping on and hopping off
On the fragile flowers of the oasis.
I have for you
Gifts of gold, pearl, diamond, rubies
And other precious Indian gem stones
Stacked on a camel-back.
I have silk and honey
And exclusive red roses kept hidden
In my poetic heart all for you.
I travel and travel relentlessly
On strange paths to meet you,
My princess of the oasis,
Where date-laden palm trees,
Chirping of the birds,
The colour and scent of desert vegetation
And the rhythm of the camel-bells
Ring a welcome tune
In a memorable bonanza.
R.K Das
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silk-route/
