Scythed by mid-east killer wind
with its sharp-summer blade
then the drought sky
bleeding a just born drizzle
rain
Arab populace chanting
palms are opened as catching basin
now wet...
longing faces and dancing feet
what an astonishing moment....
how they embrace the rain
which treat oftentimes
as flooding curse, tail of villain,
in my monsoon-prone tropical continent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem