Bleeding beneath waterless splits
where barren lands open their lips
glutton dry in taking green pasture
the cattles in wetted eyes see upon the sky.........
when Immovable trees fried by the cruel rays
tender stems and the naked branches
whither leaves fly into ashes
the grey dust settled for a new scenery..
Cloudless sky is barren in kind
where scorching sun toils the human on ground
It`s hot to breath the hot breeze
a poisonless death welcome us to grave
On the fragmented sand hardly we can walk
where metallic roads wear a deserted look
Looking around sitting in a corner
It is difficult to say about scorching days....
A good poem with lines that capture the environment and situation here too in Australia: On the fragmented sand hardly we can walk where metallic roads wear a deserted look Looking around sitting in a corner It is difficult to say about scorching days....
Scorching days aren't forever, their power is ultomately broken by blissful clouds!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is difficult to say about scorching days.... how true shan