Left leaving dollar dreams still unsigned,
Inscrutable a smile well behind,
His soldiers staying put,
With arms and army boot,
Borders still disputed, ill defined.
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And yet, the expected hundred billion dollars were nowhere.
The pressure on the borders was especially mounted, and no
talks on settlement. What earlier was 100 billion dollars has
now shrunk to twenty over five years, all pledged and loosely
promised and subject to conditions galore. He left leaving
us guessing and on tenterhooks, gulf at the borders staring
still as before.
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- Happenings | 15.09.14 |
A refined poetic imagination, Aniruddha. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks, Jazib, for your encouraging comments. I'll shortly revert to you after reading your Love and. Regards,