Everything, one could for ask for, lies on my palm,
Yet I look at my empty other.
Lush meadows, fresh breeze abundant,
Yet I long for Sahara and desert rocks.
A sailor reached his shore (
Sahill), after seven years at sea,
Yet, he looks at the Pacific and longs for that sea thirst.
--
Toufeeq[Picture is of Puget-Sound sunset]
