she was coming back
home, children were
awaiting her.
They were playing cards,
drinking country liquor,
young, fun and frolic is,
their game.
She did not return,
she was in a pool,
her garments were floating..
She was dead.
They were in a
political leader's house,
They were...
a narrrow vision i should say...........but the pain felt is expressed very realistic....regards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great photography in this poem. Kudos!