One scene away from the river Atrai
In past, present and future
You, the old palm tree
tell me:
Why water is the main title of
Our grief?
Why birds come to you for shelter?
Why they leave you alone and
Fly away towards unknown?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very existential questions are beings raised here. Thanks. I join with you.