The western wind
Wiped away the farmers dreams
Like a stranger
Stolen the treasure of gold.
Dry land became dry
As their dreams dropped
In the midst of sleep
Woven silk in the darkness of night
Today the lands deserted
Tomorrow the rivers
Next day the seas
And the other day...?
Remember. our rivers
Are dying inch by inch
Day by day
And deserted like dead sea.
Don't we preserve our resources
For future generation
Or Consume all
For our greed.
A day will come,
The day of last testament
For answering questions
But we have no answer to fill up.
Eco-criticism will befit this poignant poem..............Liked it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Inch by inch! Drying up; with the muse of nature. Thanks for sharing.