It had come
My people hated it
They prayed they fasted, and they sacrificed their dear lives to the gods
But that didn't change their decision
For what they experienced was not close to mercy
They sent a flood
Killing ones with dirty and rotten souls
Drowning them under their own mistakes
They pleaded until their voices touched the god's ears
Ones wish never to feel a droplet of rain
For the flood to end
But brought the drought
For their anger was still bobbling in their hearts
So the story ends with the last drop of rain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well penned piece. Simply insightful......10+++