The blazing sun sucks dry all tenderness
The famished landscape bares its ugly face
When others in conventional comforts rest
Here love faces its hardest test.
Love in this barren land seems insignificant
A morsel matters more where food is scant
The moribund clouds dried up in the firmament
Love is redundant here and suffers banishment…
I turn away from this land
Little knowing love fails no test
It spares not even the aridest sand
When the baby digs into mother's breast!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem