Serendipity: A Rubaiyat

By Mumtaz Khorakiwala (Aka Batool Idrish Siamwala)

That walk up the hills offered a breathtaking view

A vantage point from where ours eyes beheld,

A tiny hamlet in the palms of a golden dale.

Misty curtained sloping hills our eyes feasted on.

And then to our delight, a host of warblers

Wandered across the burnished evening skies.

A babbling brook mirrored the changing hued sky.

We paused and took a breath after the steep climb.

And followed the meandering route uphill

Right at the bend was a sharp precipice

Which we'd missed by inches. Serendipity!

Yet, that thought of what might have been stayed for a while.

It was as if someone had guided us away

As if by holding our hands, gently pulling us

Into a shamrock green meadowy expanse

Dazed we were, reeling from the thought of a steep fall.

Our eyes turned away from scenic beauty,

We saw neither the sparkle of fireflies

Above purple iris beds, nor dragonflies

Bobbing in the soft breeze above Queens Anne's Lace.

By Mumtaz Khorakiwala (Aka Batool Idrish Siamwala)