Nomadic Poem by Naveed Akram
Nomadic
Nomads roam the deserts shouting that their lord has spoken. This spells disaster, as the sandstorm ruins their mind and thought. A sandstorm works hard. It is harder to withstand than rocks being hurled. The world of dunes is upon them, the mighty sand has blown away from them, the messy weather has arrived straightaway, replacing the land with grass. Then it is a garden of Paradise.
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