Desert Land Poem by Prativa Dey

In the desert country
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That horizon in the desert
I breathed in the mountains
In the desert,
Waking up is a disaster
Rust on all sides,
All of the lost passengers
Life goes dry, skeletal
The dirt lying around
Said his identity,
Riding on camels
All the Bedouin walks,
Tomorrow with the Baishakhi storm
They only sleep.
They're looking for a crate,
The sand cannot be plundered,
There are horizons from horizon to horizon
Covered.