No, I never thought I'd
return to them so early
but beasts of Nalunga
have a mind of their own
that draws out the most
tenacious in us within
their temporal spirals,
trying our temper and
tempting our faith. Our
antediluvian sages were
right to consider them
too stubborn; for beasts
of Nalunga have legs that
won't lift, eyes with mind-
boggling cataracts, ears
which won't hear, flesh
and bones that won't feel -
they are the most eloquent
when our gods conspire
with despots to suppress
people's inventive ways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brave outcry, very heartfelt. Confronting piece of poetry insightfully brought forth for honest reflection. Thanks for sharing.