Rose in desert
Was poet in garden
-lines and lines, flowers
-red roses smelled well
-were soft and looked great:
- "Flowers and dune-hills make good team;
-for ballet, sings latter and dances prior…"
He sat in sort of kneeled-squat
-was parent and in love with small toddler
-among leaves and stems in muddy cradle
-and of course, bodyguards
-thorns (brown)
Accurate, delicate, he stared
-and smiled at the thorns
-thought of dunes
-found them same in colour
With kindness, care and love
-lifted soil with fertile
-and water
He carried flowers
-planted in desert.
After s and the nights
-of roughness
In a week, discovered
-etiquettes do matter
-only with conditions
"Gas price will go up…"
-he heard the radio
Raced the cars to the pumps
-emptied were the shelves
- "Where the hell? Animal! "
-one shouted and he felt:
- "They, too, act as roses in desert!
-civilised! ? ? ? " he smiled! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem