A Baloch child leans against his camel,
wrapped in the stillness of the land.
The sky opens wide in endless blue,
as if Balochistan itself is breathing—
slow, patient, eternal.
In the child’s quiet gaze
live the colors of dust, sun, and hope,
and in the camel’s calm
rest the untold stories of ancient paths.
This is not just a moment,
but a portrait of grace—
where simplicity becomes beauty,
and silence turns into poetry.