The unaware lightening strike harder upon the dusty rock.
Creating a wide vacuum upon the heated rock
He cried aloud, repeatedly, pleading for a sanctuary in the sky.
He was blamed for the sudden strike
He squalled all time for the strike
But the wound will forever remain their at the rock.
He compared his atrocities with the wicked tyrant that once live in the desert
He forgotten so soon that deep within the memory are the sleeping falls of a single tears
Which can only be understood by tyrant themselves.
Eventually, judgment was passed over him
He was punished for the sudden strike
Ever since that day
The rain learns alot
The winds are mindful of how they navigate.
The sun always comes at dawn.
In fact all the inhabitant of the rock learn alot that faithful day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem