The Rainy season is but a season of flood in our country.
Rivers come to meet us at our households!
There is water water everywhere
We walk through seasonal rivers
Indeed, Ours is a watery lands
In Flood seasons, we even sleep on water
Recollecting my mom's advice, I wonder
When alive she used to tell us: 'There is a Prophet
Under water, Khwaja Khizar. Never pass water in water! '
I simply wonder:
How a man can live under water for thousands of year!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed, Ours is a watery lands.. the dark side of rain well portrayed here with the accompanying difficulties. thanks for sharing.