A camel
That walks alone
Across the desert unending
Has no pretentions.
Every camel is so.
A camel
That has a hump large and
A physique strong
Is a marvel to none.
No marvel at all.
A camel
Treads before me at times
Leaving a track to follow and
I carry my small luggage
No caravan is seen.
A camel,
A desert,
A track and
Me.
There is a breeze blowing from somewhere!
A good poem expressing sympathy to the difficulties experiencing in this camel but in general the whole being who suffer it might be.
I find the poet himself has turned the camel of endless neglects. Sympathy still linger around mind's shadowy yards, it seems. wonderfully disturbing expression, to me, at least. God Bless.
......camel is accustomed to harshness of desert, a beautiful poem set before the background of a desert.....
, , , , how well a camel has adapted to the harsh environment, , , , we must learn something, , , how to counter at tough situations, , ,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good description of the camel. a camel a desert a track and me there is a breeze blowing from somewhere.