On a typical London day
I was surrounded by fog
showered with rain
and faced with chilly wind
It was dark
even though it was early in the afternoon
It was gloomy
even though it was springtime
And it was cold
even though it was March
How I miss a typical Cairo day
in which the sun always shines
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i can understand the cry of an egyptian with glorified memories of the pyramids in glowing sun.............. u have expressed your despair of the loss of sun in london well. all asians and africans and all those who come from sunny lands have the experience even as i do. thank you for this poem.