Perhaps I can't see my way,
but my eyes are open, filled up with grains and sands.
oh.... my eye sight between the day and night,
No matter how it takes to reach my home till day and night,
but I can't stand and let the monster's dusted me up.

A huge monster's whisper with grains, but yet still is a race.
my fruits are in trouble,
but the problem can't solve.
My fruits juice mantles fair and free,
were some of them roll free....
A heavy monster still whispered. I can't stop, I guess is a race,
but cannot Chase.

Thus, my eyes are stroke due to hard wind, stout with tears.,
but still fear.

I heard the monster's of which I can say a Storm. rumbling and rolling,
but I still can't stumbling.

It's still terrible, pervading all about gleaming the sky.
I can see my self flying but on rest,
vapour rises and onset.

I can perceived of countless eagles chasing around from danger, raiding around like beetles,
but still on rest.
I know it's so hard for me to drove,
cause my two-wheel machine is still racing.

Oh! Yankay the desert Storm with no axis, but in struggling.,
I pray that I! Yankay will surely roaming to home.
And I hope it will get to the end of it,
ontill one is partially defeat.

Hopelessly I am"
cause my fruits is getting sour.,
if any fall, then I think it's your fault,
Today I feel a lot,
the hardness I flow,
I can't wait for it, cause it's too-slow...
though it's so hard for me to drove.,
but God has the grace to blow.

I can still feel the pain and sorrow,
but embrace in me with blessings and egos.,
There I am"
Yankay the desert Storm.


_____Abdulkarim Keh-turay.✍🏼🇸🇱