A thin flesh over sockets…
Lion-hearted soldier ants
Invoked the Lord of the wild
In defence of their mud hill
Soldierants dared elephants
A voice from afar awoke
Voices in the market place
Long lost to martial sol-fas
Shadows in moonlit rains danced
Brooms against dirt united
Lesser souls from within emerged
Burning bushes defied floods
Cedars, the poet's soulmate
The poet dreamt eyes open
The lunar, the solar dueled
From tombs and bronze bust tears dripped
As kings and slaves for crown die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem