The Song of The Desert
Poetry
Noon is so long.
Sun shows us no mercy.
Sand burns our feet.
While mirage is trying to tease.
Wind provokes the sand.
It impedes our eyes.
Wind shapes the land.
And it erases our trails.
Hawks are flying in the sky.
Patiently, they are circling our caravan.
Maybe they are looking forward to a prey.
Isn’t heat a burden to them?
Our camels are walking beside us.
On their back, they are carrying the fortune of ours.
Ship of the desert! Yes, they live up to the name.
Their Equanimous faces remind us of hermits.
The oases are waiting ahead of us.
Their calling distracts us from our true purpose.
We’ve already experienced that temporary relief.
We’ve got miles to pass before settling down.
Step by step we are closing the distance.
Yet, the horizon remains the same hiding our destination.
But we won’t get disheartened, neither do our camels.
This is not the first time and this won’t be the last.
We are awake but our heads are filled with dreams.
Ambitions awaken desires sowing the seeds of hope.
The air is silent, the sound of good omens echoes through the minds.
The desert is warm but our hearts are warmer than the desert.
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