Three Children

Early in the morning with blurred looks,
The only clothes,the hardships and fate
In Sahara, where an ocean meets the desert
Sit three with wooden tablets and verses of Quran
Not much to lose, but enough to learn

As this ice melts when viewed from a distance
The only conversation is the old expression
Of wonder and resolve, as faces emerge
One day we will travel far,
From what we have learnt and seen
See you will not us but only the wall
The old protection, the only support

Travel far to this place, only in existence
What a pain this old desire to learn and to give
Far from our village as we make our way
From routines to remember to the needs of hunger
Work now resumes and different tools
The old skies and African deserts

Sit there these three children
With morning friendship and long references
In African sky and with verses of Quran!

Kashkin