Ragged and filthy, but with intentions healthy
in search of solace he wandered;
Over the hills, meadows lush green
and through dusty villages, he sauntered.
He walked in haste, murmuring and praying
with beads in his fingers endlessly rolling;
His feet were bruised , toes bleeding
breathing laboured and heaving.
The call of the muezzin, he could hear far away
and rising chants of the devotees, in ecstatic sway;
Eyes shining in hope, he staggered towards his goal
beseeching the Almighty, for himself and his soul.
He felt someone touch his heart...
He sensed someone bless his soul...
He felt elated on his zest
to have embarked on such a quest.