Across The Sahara Poem by Gita Ashok

Your words painted a beautiful picture! Ioved this poem. D

this is a wonderful poem..... i was there in Sahara and experienced the caravans journey with the native people. i stayed with the catholic monks who love to lead an ascetic life and early morning mediated there. sand, sky, the horizon......... dawn and dusk there..... you have pictured it wonderfully very well. thank you dear poetess. tony

The vastness of Sahara is captured in short and elegant lines.

I happily recollect my days in the Thar deserts in Rajasthan for a couple of years -nineteen years ago! Thanks for making me to live my old days through your lovely poem.

Awesome. I don't know whether the poet has really visited Sahara. The notion that women are not so imaginative and not good at writing poetry is proved wrong.

But the caravan must move on… Inshallah – until we meet again......................... yet caravan slithers by floating spumes of blue thirst and weariness never still bewilders truth must dissipates mystery of mirage as audacity of wish yet leads away by light of longing..........passionate write by journey across sahara, the way you depicts the myth of desert by life across sahara is really scintillating that portrays the the very art of colors on the rungs of desiccation, awesome,10+++, thanks for sharing