Dust storms in the air, unknown roads unwind
Children standing with stretched hands line up left and right
Vehicles, Lorries scurry to their places
Not one stopping, only throwing gifts to those hands
Clothes dusty from the southerly winds
Grandma shelters a little one from eyes that peer
Vehicles drive on leaving a trail of children on the road
Standing left and right to welcome all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for speaking for the children. Good description of a picture that needed to be shared!