The Arab Generosity

by. Gul Mehek Khan

Its wings cuddled to its breast

Its claws dug deep into its nest

A melody chirping so talented tweets

Gazing heads upon the streets

A journey to find a land on a cloud horse

Trying to follow the sun, staying on course

Landing on the ground, it travelled to a land of sleep

Woken up by sunlight so deep

Waddling from side to side, it fell on its face

But its eye caught sight of a boy dressed in white coming to that place

His hands gently scooped it up, its hurt wing bent

Bandaging it, the boy took care of it in his tent

Food got it strong, medicine got it to heal

Under the boy's care, happy it began to feel.

Waddling from side to side, it fell on its face

But its eye caught sight of a boy dressed in white coming to that place

His hands gently scooped it up, its hurt wing bent

Bandaging it, the boy took care of it in his tent

Food got it strong, medicine got it to heal

Under the boy's care, happy it began to feel.

In the morning, souls had a hop in their feet

Except an exception, the man looked tired and beat

Raindrops flowed, sad and low, quiet but a lot

Shivering, it's owner was cold and weak even though it was hot

A kind man stayed with the other, passed to him was his lunch

And a lot of cash to sooth him, all a very large bunch

Parting, they met the next day where the man tried to repay the sum

But the generous man had then vanished as quickly as he had come

Flight took over it as it ran in the air

It saw a ship carrying books set off by the King so fair

Gathered there, were unfortunate families

From all around, it knew, from different countries

Then Arab people showed the way to succeed

Giving them all they would need

Time passed, flew by quickly and fast

And Ramadan came, it knew it was to last

It glimpsed the sight of sweets handed across in small pots

Passed down to ones who had none from those who had lots

Pleased by the effect of these acts, the bird chose a decision so wise

To stay there forever as long as it lived, for as long as the sun would rise

So such the robin preens itself

Such a place found on the Gulf

Of a land of Arabic generosity and pleasure

To have found a place he will always treasure