Lost In The Desert Poem by Collins Gachomo

Makena and Wanjiku, brave and bold,
Lost in the desert, their story untold.
Parched and tired, they trudged for days,
Through towering dunes and endless plains.

The scorching sun beat down on their skin,
Their thirst for water grew from within.
They searched for shelter, but none was found,
As the desert stretched for miles around.

They stumbled forward, through sand so high,
And watched as mirages danced in the sky.
But hope remained, alive and strong,
As they sang and laughed and hummed a song.

At night they huddled close for warmth,
And whispered secrets beneath the stars.
They dreamed of home and loved ones near,
And prayed for the end of their desert fear.

Days turned to weeks as they wandered on,
Until a glimmer of hope appeared with dawn.
A distant city, a shimmering sight,
Their salvation from this endless plight.

Makena and Wanjiku, brave and true,
Survived the desert, their spirits anew.
Their tale a lesson, of strength and strife,
And the power of hope to sustain in life.