Surreal Ride Poem by Saroar Imran Mahmood Imran

I saw a pale light at a distance
As we were in the middle of a moonlit desert
It made no sense.

We started to scale the dune
Up at the ridgeline
I saw the pale light soon.

With a thirsty soul and clenching might
Marching on the ridgeline
We met our plight.

It was flickering from a bedouin tent Up above the dune ridge
This soul pays no rent.

We asked for direction
And some water to drink,
He said, ' I am a poor fellow,
You better sink'.

So we sat down at his tent
A sudden Whirling storm
Caused our souls to bent.

Nowhere to run
And nowhere to hide
Vast desert took us
On a surreal ride.