MUSIC OF THE EARTH
MATLOOB BOKHARI, COUNTRY PAKISTAN
When I see the artistic cruelties of man in the terrible unjust world of man
Like Budha, I leave my palace to reduce stress hormones in woods
Meadows delight to welcome my weary spirit
My soul bathes in rain,
And in the music of the earth.
My senses are soothed, healed
And I find relief there!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem