blackouts happen here most often
the president of the country is confused
what to do at the end of her term
others think she may soon go to prison, and for whatever reason
political or otherwise
or perhaps on the common reasoning of a global recession
affecting necessarily the shortage of power
i mean, electrical power,
this town too is affected with constant blackouts and people
worry much
what happens for the next eight months
for fear that there may be a coup d'etat
or a rebellion of the masses
or simply a plain revolution from within
but enough of all these political upheavals
i decided to simply sit in the corner of my room
open the window and look beyond all these darkness
i expected a full moon tonight
some bats to enjoy the ripe guavas unharvested by kids
the mysterious white owl that pass sometimes
when all of them are fast asleep...
i was thinking of the past times with grandfather
before the Japanese came
there was this oil lamp that they keep
shining all night long
and they were talking about that
perfect peace reigning
for long in this little town
thriving in the simplicity of its lifestyle
the integrity of its people
the innocence of its children
the love of family
and so on an so forth....
and then i feel so sleepy as the lights un-switched off
begin to take life again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a beautiful poem and thanks for the view inside life lived in another place that's unfamiliar to me. This poem had so much work to do in here and carried it all out perfectly.