The Caravan

by fortytwo6x7



This baron land that we traverse

as endless as the universe

for days on without forward we drive

not one can tell how why still survive

yet fear is gathering in our mind

unless some water we can find

this white sand will be our final view

tho we still dream of Katmandu

with evidence of royal assignation

we must reach our destination


Author Notes


Written for National Poem Writing Month (April)

27th April 2013