Sandstorm

Caught in a sandstorm we strive onwards,
The sand is awesome, the sand is massive;
We throw our weapons down swiftly to seal
Our pact with the desert people, the nomads.
They catch us because we are living forever,
Inside us is a soul to matter, more than grains of sand.
The whole storm shall make us proficient in acts
Of innocence, the nomads know us;
We are able to unite and be nomadic
Without the weapons of our choice.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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