Slumped at the sight of a lake,
In the middle where there was none.
A blurry future unclogged,
A merry day seems to beckon,
Dreams of our father's for eons.
And shouldn't we celebrate?
The euphoria of a search at it's tail,
A long time of trial and thirst
Finally worth it's wait.
Without getting to the lake
Should we be jubilant?
Hope is the spark that kindle the flame in a man's heart.
Alas! Just like our fathers, a dream it is,
A mirage in our wanting heart,
Of a change that beckons.
A wait for eternity it seems,
Eternity is all we have.
All we can do is not to just wait, but walk.
To walk in oblivion till eternity find us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem