Hysterical sob produced,
Sad smile on thy faces,
Hunger, anger and helplessness,
So cruel to the being.
Cries all over,
Children, women and men,
All wishing a quick grave,
But ooh to them,
No one hears their cry,
Neither manner from heaven.
Dry is their land,
Hot is the sand,
Rain drops disappear,
Wind gives no peace,
No green to see or view.
Barchan and sand dunes,
Impressive visual reality,
But hunger, anger, helplessness,
Tears in the sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The suffering of the people in certain conditions of land is always the subject that discussed through the poem and it has beautifully written into this poem.