Looking at the new Egypt,
she unmasks her veiled face
to feel free to breathe
in her sky infinite
where a human life
waits lovingly with her beloved
to cross the soil,
infinite and borderless.
And a procession of unmasked lamps, as if,
march on creating sparks of knowledge,
each one covering destined span of deliberation,
leaving life and death to change batons in between.
14th February,2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Arun, Thanx, culdn't get u, though. - Anjan