The Hajj

The sands, like stars, our puny measures taunt,
And Arab minds, fixed desert nights possess.
Simplistic Truth emerges hence to haunt
Their convolutions forged in urban wilderness.

Like scattered grains, dispersed on torpid breeze
They root awhile in lands of higher worth,
Their nurture taken, sieved from cultural disease
Life's mission calls - believers must rebirth !

Then donning white, like blood cells to the fray
They ooze as one in transcendental dance.
And euthanasics swoon as ecstasy gives way
To paradise, not death, as planned for in advance.

Yet sand stays coarse - abrasive to the flow,
But stars inspire true intellect to grow.