Jerusalem

Across the silent waves of Deadsea
Where I stood, to look beyond
Somewhere near the horizon
The sun was going down and
The haze was taking over
Spreading softly over the mountainous
Range of sandy rocky heights
I knew the colors of sun were same
As seen by Abraham, Moses and Jesus
For it was setting down over the holy land
And merely a few miles lied in between
Across which my footsteps would have
Had felt the sand and stones and rocks
The fragrance of all the Prophets, who
Remained related to this sacred soil
But some wishes are not being granted
Some salams remain unpaid, only
a kiss which was sent through the air
As an evidence of my devotion.