From the eastern horizon,
The sun slowly unblinks
From the top of the mountains,
Casting rays of light towards
The west.
As ligth spreads all over the land.
Dunes of sand clearly seen,
So empty and lifeless;
So vasty and selfish that it dinies
Life to all creatures.
Slowly the sun rises and soon takes over
control of all earths' activities.
The desert as early as breakfast time;
It gathers enough heat........
The heat so blazing that it scoches my skin,
My lips cracked like mud dried instantly.
My throat chocked and my saliver was like paste.
But i had to move on...........
To keep on moving on,
The wind from opposite side of me
coming with great velocity,
While in resistance with me;
It leaves me with fine dust in my eyes,
Then it goes behind me with a fading melody;
But i kept on keeping moving
You have truly described the proverb 'a rolling stone gathers no moss' This is the beauty within your lines...........keep writing..................arya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
10 for this moving work.