These ordinary people proceed on a pilgrimage and they have no proper intention where do they go? <br />Some they do not have the expenses for the journey and food too. <br />They believe a grant would provide on the way somehow. <br />In the desert the passers-by find only skeletons and they see far away shining mirage. <br />They are like old Camels without the hump and they mime in the sandstorm to the tune of desert eternal ruthless shrill.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grant-for-grass-roots/
