Hadaa Sendoo

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NOMADS

In the flaming Gobi desert
welcoming the last day of golden fall
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Hadaa Sendoo Biography

Hadaa Sendoo is the owner and leading figure of World Poetry Almanac(WPA) and one of the most influential poets in the 21st century. He is the author of 15 books of poems. His many awards include the Poet of the Millennium Award, the Mongolian Writers Union Prize, and the Pinnacle of Achievement Award for poetry (USA 2010) . Professor Ban’ya Natsuishi called Hadaa Sendoo “one of the best poets writing today’s world”. In 2012, Hadaa Sendoo has invited in the UK’s largest ever poetry festival -Poetry Parnassus, his poems selected into the World Record Anthology (by Bloodaxe) . In 2006, he founded the ground-breaking World Poetry Almanac, which he continues to edit. Hadaa Sendoo’s influence transcends national and ethnic borders. His poems are translated in 40 languages. He is recognized as a great poet of the 21th century. Hadaa Sendoo has taught at the Mongolian National University. He is co-chairman of the Council of Writers and Readers of the Assembly of Peoples of Eurasia. He lives in Ulaanbaatar, capital of Mongolia.)

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NOMADS

In the flaming Gobi desert
welcoming the last day of golden fall
a herdsman drives a camel forward
and with it, a hound
Is their journey distant from mine?
As the boundless Gobi joins the sky
on the tallest hump...

that turns into a Mongolian yurt
while my eyes are dazzled on this
Mongolian plain
and the lovely green empire in my soul
has never fallen down...
Isn't the pure white Mongolian yurt
my last real home?

IT IS NOT TRUE I HAVE NO HOME
It isn't true that I have no home
I say so to myself
when I feel sad
It isn't true thatI have no home
My home is a rising sun
But now it looks like a cold moon
with knitted brows
It isn't true that I have no home
My home is a stack of hay
Who will turn it over to let it dry?

THE WIND
Coming in naked
Going out naked
When we were born
there was only the wind
When we die
there will only be the wind

In my dreams
you have stroked my dry hair and
passed throughhopeless
stone markers of national boundaries

Absent, you pass across the land
and kiss the quiet sky
roaring your contempt

Where will the fragrance of the wind go?
Where will its retribution come from?

We know nothing of
the weeping wind
the wandering wind
the singing wind

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Bijay Kant Dubey 01 July 2022

Hadaa Sendoo's is a Mongolian poet who feels the pulse of the world feeling the pulse of it.

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Bijay Kant Dubey 01 July 2022

How is Mongolia? How is Mongolian culture? His poetry reminds us of it in an English version. How the Gobi desert and the nomads and how their caravans of camels?

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