From the hills of the east
the sun unmasked the dusk
Through the window the tree stood still
waiting for the wind
From a kitchen beside the house
A mortar sings by the instructions of the pestle
The world is reborn
for fresh activities and a cutlass
laughed on the whetstone
Today the world is born
Again into toils
When man rest no more
Looking for what to fill a void
In his stomach.
Today the world is reborn Again into toils When man rest no more Looking for what to fill a void In his stomach- - Stunning beautiful write depicting the daily struggle of man that starts every morning with the rising of sun.
Verily, the morning brings a new day into our life, calling us towards the fulfillment of our needs and performance of our duties........10
toil, toil - it is for our sins Bible says. real poem! my mom is Microbiolog too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A mortar sings by the instructions of the pestle The world is reborn for fresh activities and a cutlass laughed on the whetstone I LOVE IT.