Beneath the vast and starlit dome,
Where whispers drift and tempests roam,
The camel strides with wisdom’s breath,
Through shifting sands of life and death.
It speaks, its voice a starlit tide,
“Beware the weight of scorn and pride.
For every curse you loose and throw,
Will find its way, will surely know.”
The word you pierce, the name you mar,
Will echo back from distant stars.
A donkey’s hoof, a thorn-bound track,
The path you pave – returns, intact.
“The desert hears the spiteful tune,
A venom sung unto the moon.
Its notes will turn, its course adjust,
And settle back in dust to dust.”
Oh, mortal tongue, so quick to sting,
You know not what the winds may bring.
The insults hurled, the plots you weave,
Are seeds of fate you’ll one day reap.
So tread with care, let mercy thread,
The cloth of words where truth is said.
For curses ride the night in stealth,
And circle back with burdens felt.
The camel’s eyes, alight, they gleam,
Of wisdom’s fire and ancient dream.
It kneels, its message clear, austere:
“What you put forth will reappear.”
And as it fades, the stars incline,
To mark the truth in words divine.
The heavens hum, the cosmos sings –
Beware the fate ill-speaking brings.
So heed the camel’s warning call,
For every judgment builds a wall.
And as the winds of fortune flow,
What’s sown in hate shall surely grow.
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