There go the animal-drawn carriers,
Rumbling across the golden sands.
Carrying people unmindful of barriers,
Travelling tirelessly to unknown lands.
Sometimes decorated, sometimes plain,
Yet, always in transit for business or fun,
Ever crisscrossing big and small lanes,
On moonless nights or under the fiery sun.
Birds, beasts and brethren sit in it together,
Sharing tales and songs of their own lands.
Days and destinations never seem a bother,
The caravan is to them, a trusted hand.
Days and lives spent in a caravan,
Can never be lost or lived again,
Which at times, sees the birth and death of man,
Travels on graciously, without a complaint!