Oasis

Xanadu! Heaven in a desert! Rest of the restless! Where the Almighty reveals a gleam of his gorgeous glimpse Where nature reaches out her healing hands to the helpless Where the sprig sources and freshwater fountains have their whims Isn't Oasis a constant component of my mind? Doesn't it flow, flood, and form a fertile soil for the soul? Isn't it—in thoughts, words, and deeds—compassionate and kind? Doesn't it mould my existence and give me a grand goal? As I tread on trails of terrain, Mountains, plateaus, and plains As a saint, sage, nomad, or gipsy seeking psychic truth It's the oasis of hope that soothes my fatigue and pains Strengthening each of my steps; making the roughest roads smooth We need not walk miles, dear friends; Oasis is in our midst. In daily virtues and values, like blood in flesh, it's mixed.