For a piece of bread
Once I went to the moon
She said she would
If I beg knee down
For a few drops of rain
I went to a cloud
He promised me to give
But I was asked to salute him
For my human dignity
Once I asked wind to protect
He promised he would
But I am asked to give him my loyalty
Being disappointed I came back home
And angrily asked my muse
How long, how long
Would I have to wait for a new dawn?
An interesting and philosophical write. Perhaps there is no answer.
a good question Wahab. It could be just until morn, but it also could end up in waiting a long time. all depends. thinking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
to the moon for bread- a metaphor for material prosperity and hard work as the cure for our problems rain out of clouds may say- the spiritual side of the crisis or solution and the wind may i see- the power for change we need for the solution so may we need to balance, but no bet on one only for the dawn! but the Q is there until the dawn