THE BEDOUIN RACE

Once a decade,

Camels from all across Arabia race the desert sands…

Each rider shall flirt with his luck,

With the mercy of the desert spirit..

The Desert storms threaten to engulf,

Everything in its path..

The sun drains life out of their soul..

With only a bag full of water, a handful of feed

 The hardest of men world knows

March onward,

Towards invisible goals..

The locusts intercept their journey across the desert plains,

The scorpion waits to sting any nonchalant man

The adder waits for a tired heart..

Days and days of parched dry land..

Singing to the sands they march onward,

Guided by the invisible spirit…

Past the treacherous sea of gold,

With a strong steel will, they hold fort to sinking hope

Survive they do but remain unsung in folklore…

-pungidasa