*A Heart Touching Tear on Jordan*
Breezing with cool comforting hospitality..
Wafting through lives of such simplicity..
A land parched and torched into a desert..
Is a place which touched so much our heart…
*Jordan*….
*Ajloun castle Umn Quays Al-Karak*
*Salauddin and the crusades*
This is a place of warring marauders
A land of struggle from legions of crusaders
For it is faith that ran the rivers of blood
Drowning masses in misery and so many dead
*Mount Nebo*
A voice of God appeared in a burning bush..
A wand of rod turned to a snake..
Colour of blood made in the water’s rush..
Where with Moses God did speak….
A rainless dust turned into a sandy dunes..
A hardy people steeped in jest in Wadi Rum…
Trading spices and frankiscence on the run..
The camel herding tribal caravan of Bedouin…
*Dignity in Poverty…*
A toddler dirt poor stone seller..
Selling silica squares each for a dinar..
Scorching Sun torching skin all those under..
An embellished memory amidst Petra’s wonder…
*Red Rose City*- *PETRA*
The red rose city carved out of stone
In the desert valley called Wadi Musa
By the Nabataeans of an era of bygone
With tombs and caves of that tribe of Wadi Musa
The Swiss explorer first cast his eyes…
*(Johann Ludwig Burckhardt 22/08/1812)*
Evasive as an Arab guided by lies….
Reached Petra seeing inside what lies..
Chronicled to bequeath to Cambridge files..
The stone architecture with water channels..
Sewage systems cut into stone all through…
From above the mountain through water funnels..
With ceramic pipes laid inside all the way through..
Today the journey is hard yet mind blowing…
There is the rush of wind through bone… chilling..
The donkeys camels and horse-cart ply through..
This red rose city to see through….
All the world to see need to come through
This- an UNESCO protected heritage site..
The main attraction is the Treasury -Kings Tomb..
It’s half way of greatest wonder in it’s womb…
Won’t leave Petra mesmerized by that sight !…
*Tear of a donkey*…
There was a heart wrenching moment..
For me..
To see a single tear..drop off a donkeys eye….
Driven by a teenager on a steep steps ascent…
It’s whole tired body rocking with breath of fire..
It’s eyes dowsed in sadness so extreme..
As if asking “isn’t there a soul to give me a reprieve…”
“Of a daily grind of toil with pain to scream..”
“Oh..people of the world,to this orphan.. ”
“What would you do for my pain to relieve..?”
I had no words to say what I felt…
That single drop of tear tearing my heart…
Of the cruelty robbing off the dignity….
Of a life so lowly ranked in all for eternity…
*Aquaba*
Amman to Aquaba a five hour drive…
Across the Red sea can see Eilat in Israel thrive..
Any polluters of Aquaba for six months jailed..
The whole of Jordan’s hospitality so unveiled…
*1967….*
From Amman across Jordan river…
Can see Golan Heights and West bank…
That saw the state of Israel as the winner..
Of the 1967 control for Golan Heights war…
The air was cool the mind was clear…
The awe inspiring spectacle-Petra’s wonder.
The desert run on 4×4 on the sands of Wadi Rum..
Shall stay in our memory for years to come…
Farewell to you Petra of Jordan..
Faired well with your hospitality and Sunshine..
Shall tell all about you to
our dear friends..
For them to see and be with you to befriend…
Bye for now
I say *”salam”*
And *”ciao”*
And until next time….
I’d like to say,again, *”salam”*!
Partha