Igloo and tipi
Want to be Indian
(As you, called! ! !
You know who!)
Want to live in Igloo
It will melt, and if not
Remains part of the life
As it must…
Want to live in Tipi
It will fade, and if not
Remains part of the life
As it must…
Hate cities
High-Rises, Streets
Chemicals and metals, concrete
They never melt or fade
They remain parts of pain
Bruises on mother…
Mother Earth…
Please help find my way
Will make it soon or late
Will end and will die there
No matter how and when.
And when dead
Want to be a Muslim
They reject the shrines
Lasting things as graves…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very enjoyable poem. Could add “Want to live in a hut or not? ” Love the comparison of chemicals and metals to pains on Mother Earth (more like poisoning Mother Earth) . My favorite verse is the one before the last and I especially love the last 2 lines: “Will end and will die there No matter how and when.”
Thank you very much and kind of you...all the best.