watching falling stars....
or the look your eyes
dont lingering give...
the tone of your voice
haunts graveyards before children,
silences the final clock!
and we walk not alone amid ghosts
and disembodied bodies....
all reaching out with bleeding lips....
no murmur, no cries, silent soldiers
bearing the burnt cross of life....
searching for freedom, and
a cup of water!
The poem starts with this first verse, Once upon a time, in regions far away, there came a drought so dreadful, as men say, that rivers, springs, and running brooks were dried, and every plant and flower had drooped, and died
Such a valuable poem, really makes one to open the eyes to recognise the need of water.Great love for freedom is displayed in this beautiful poem.Thanks for share. Rekhamandagere
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Author anonymous. Title The Cup of Water