It is ambiguous how the wind blows from one part of the desert to the next. It is amazing how the wind decides to travel in slow motion, bit-by-bit, then suddenly it increases speed, running swiftly across the desert with dusty feet.
It is sad to witness the desert wind playing'hide and seek' with the scotching sunrays during a hot summer afternoon.
It is emotionally soothing to feel the evening breeze hugging you closely like a baby being cuddled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem