A lonely night in a desert

I am a lone Bedouin and how strange this Nomadic race?
The legend says of Pharaoh but I have never seen them.
I see through my tattered tent the far away red star in altitude
And it must be Aldebaran.
I take out the old lute from my knapsack and pluck the strings.
My ration is poor and I dream of an Oasis nearby and I hear the sad murmur of my companion camel and its boredom.
We sing together the oldest bitter song.
' Where we have come from and where do we go? '

*[You have made me for yourself, and my heart is restless until it rests in you.]
-St.Augustine

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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