Sun hasn't come out yet and still in his night gown.
But he awakes, even in the sleep
He hears the planes fly
And see bombs dropp from the sky.
He always dreams nightmares.
Where is tomorrow
His yesterday and today?
Sun goes down as usual
And he too goes home with empty hands.
Yes, home full of worries and sing the sad song without music.
(Once the game is over, the king and the pawn go back into the same box.-Italian proverb.)
*Faith is the bird that sings when dawn is still dark.
- Rabindranath Tagore
How effectively you give yourself away in words! This is the mark of the true poet. I like this one very much. Take care. Warmest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your first line is superb - I can see your sun in his night gown - and the Tagore quotation makes a special sort of sense. The reader hears the tears in your voice, Nimal and is moved by the profundity of your words. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥