Penning down the sentiments I just have encountered,
I revisited the place we had once gathered.

I saw there a gloomy sunset,
It recalled me the time we had last met.

I saw each grain of sand as my known,
Those desert dunes call us and moan.

That palm tree we stood under to take ten,
Seemed like yearning for us every now and then.

I could see your footprints on sand,
That now...