Adrift in this golden sea,
sand dunes rise, giants of fleeting form.
Memories, like dust devils, dance,
whispering forgotten stories on the wind.
Aching with the thirst for answers,
I wander, a lone nomad beneath the sun.
But here, in this arid expanse,
water hides, a secret, unseen well.
Is it truth I seek, or solace?
Perhaps both, a hidden oasis
to quench the burning desire within.
For in this desert of the mind,
only the heart can truly navigate.
-Rashid Ali Ghazipuri