Worthy Disgrace Poem by Moz Rauf

Against the musk of inevitable gloom,

We lit the torch of our burning faith;

To Dance in whirls of desert sands,

Only to be led to our gracious altars.


In the light of our eternal sun,

We searched for the dead horizons-

That rest between your burning eyes,

Only to knock sealed doors of rusted dreams.


Remember while chasing rainbow shadows,

The scent of a woman filled our lungs.

Oh! How we breathed the smell of oasis,

Only to be greeted by another mocking mirage.


Desert snakes guard the grape gardens,

With venom of your gifted tongue.

We shut our eyes to avert poison eyes,

Only to be cursed with forbidden taste of wine.


In lonely nights your justice rains like madness,

And the desert freezes from your silence.

We keep laughing, bleeding our hearts dry,

Only to play the Orchestra of worthy disgrace.