I am walking with no plans
under this sun and yellow sands
This desert is hot and lonely
in the middle of nowhere, the shadows grow ugly
How soft is this sand yet steaming
be it a cactus or a throne, all are bleeding
Golden gust blows over miles and miles
here your hosts are lizards and reptiles
What can quench this thirst, lasting for ages?
crippled sun has burnt down everything into ashes
Life on this part is no less than a miracle
every day, every night is an unending battle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely...amply depicts the existential issues in the desert. liked reading... the desert is scary and harrowing indeed. reminds me of a a poem i wrote on the same theme back in 1992... i think