Nomad Child

NOMAD CHILD

Not even the resilient scorpion,
could be found out here,
Their skulls littered the barren desert.

Every night shots were fired,
Forcing them to take short cuts,
There was something forbiding.

They had spared a life,
Where was this tormentor?
Panicking as fast as his little legs

But such is the adaptability of achild,
Like a nomad child,
Intrigued by the mechanical complexity.

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[Laminators Dubai]

this is a nomad poem....in soul.....
as samil said that a great and thoughtful write...
thanks for sharing and keep writing^^

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write. Thank you for sharing great poetry...:)