Remember that night
When you took me for a ride
On your new motor bike?

Standing by the fields of sugar cane,
Licking the juice off my chin,
Holding my face in your hands, saying
Moonlight becomes you.

I had a dream last night.
Same fields of sugar cane.
Your smile inviting,
My long black hair flying as I ran
In the bright moonlight.

I saw me fall.
I looked up and you were gone.
I sobbed to see the stalks of sugar cane
Tall and lonely

One lonely tear shed in torment
Agonizing over each moment
As I dreamed once again of your face
And looked at the never-ending mirage.©


About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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8 Responses to MIRAGE.© NPM #16.

  1. sigh. So wistfully delicious.

  2. slmret says:

    This is a beautiful wistful poem, Zakiah!

  3. This is beautiful and sad. I loved how you control the mood at the beginning and changed it towards the end.

  4. murisopsis says:

    You are a master at wringing tears from my eyes. You did it again with this one!!

  5. Your poem , Zakiah, makes us almost live your nostalgic memories coming in a dream
    I imagined very well it since janine and I were riding on my motorcycle before the marriage in the year 1958, 1959.
    Thanks to express this so well,
    Love ❤

  6. Rupali says:

    Sad but a moment gone is gone for ever.

  7. michnavs says:

    ahhh, so nostalgic Zak, it got me teared up…

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