Traces of Hope

To search for water in the Sahara dry
The sun steals your sweat
Your body reduced to the sands
A tail of sting beneath your trial
Your mind fails you
Your eyes hail a mirage
You rise to fall, again
And yet again.

Your senses withered to dust
Your moist transpired to air
You crave for a drop
Everytime you lose a drop
You shiver for the moon
And pant for the sun
You stumble a step
And fall to the dunes.

Moment when all seems lost
The winds usher a chant
“Rise, my little one,
Your land is not far”
And so you struggle a step
With the last of your strength
And beyond the dunes
Lie the traces of hope.