Life Sketch Of A Nation Poem by Rahman Henry

Slender, spindle, without fiber and wood-value
And wrongful the tree was
A few trees entered into its desire
Then, all
Then, the whole jungle
Then, the whole forest
Gradually, all the forests and woods of that land

Into a semi - afternoon entered a whole day
A few days
A few years
The whole century


Like a sitting down gadfly
On a mixed colored rabbit's back
I'm crossing the deserted steppe, desolate

Horizons is going away at distant, gradually, far away...