A Walk In The Desert Sun. Poem by Mutsawashe Museredza

Radiant rays of scorching sun darts from the ever clear sky of the desert. Its direct on the skin to the open land of the desert.

Trees are precious like rubies. Water is a free gift, water holes dotted around
the neighbourhood,
A walk around will attract an unsummoned shower, and a
change of raiment.

The heat is blazing, breath taking, many hours exposed on it may result in suffocation.

A free ride is a special gift, and a love gift, walking around the desert sun may arouse suspicion of extreme case of an unsettled mindset if not insanity.

Crowded and dotted on the road intersections, the Pakistanese, Indians lunguage, only Arabic is the order of conversations, no hope for any language, rather
sign language may make life easier, if even more complicated.

These would looking for a day`s wage, from well wishers, who are in empathy for stay
in the desert sun!



Mutsawashe Museredza (October 2017)