It was sunset time
When I came across
A herd of camels,
Hump-backed
And cylindrical
Grazing the grass
So earnestly,
The poor cattle from far,
Covering a long distance,
Leading to somewhere,
A track unknown.
I just saw the nomadic herdsmen,
The outlandish fellows
Speaking a different dialect,
All those traders from far-off,
The desert domains
To the plains
As for feeding and rearing
Or returning after
A gap of months
Or to dispose off
To some other clumsy fellows
For a different purpose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.........this is a wonderful experience....and you penned it perfectly....enjoyed..