Purity
Then and there
When the men left
He remained
Held small pick and shovel
In canal he dug,
And made routes to the
Spring of purity
That filled the reservoirs...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is in praise of grit, determination and perseverance that gives you desired results and the satisfaction of doing worthwhile for a parched land and broken hearts. Thanks for such a wonderful poem.