On 16nth day of December
I, alone hear voices
in distance,
rising - falling.
pray for the drowning
city, to keep time
with our peculiar
fate, we try to be
part of what we don't
fully comprehend,
soon we'll sleep
or soon will die
and dream of our
own city in a small
corner of its horizon
lights by the sky,
inevitable, cold
the tremor of the night.
Oh, such a heart rending tragedy that happened there in that area, and you expressed well the fear during that time poetically, nice write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well penned... the imagery is vivid... nice conclusion. though i didnt like much the first line, its still good as a whole..