The rainbow fell
the sky cries uncontrollably
someone was trampling on the deadly bamboo thorn
and my father was holding a jack fruit tree on the edge
of the barren land where he had died
he grabbed a branch of an old cashew tree
and asked for a sip of water
Ascended to the sky
his own sister and family took poles and
surrounded the home
the moon lamp frozen and fell on the edge of the well
someone is mourning today
with her hands on the soles of the graves
in the visible darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem