Traveling along the road long
Wearied, tired by travel lone
I came across a land unseen where
Neither soul smiled nor cherished
Unruly sorrow smeared on the faces
Joy swept clean off their sullen, saddened
By some anarchic chasm, devouring their
Merriness in a manner inquisitive.
Bewildered by all this, I mustered some
courage and asked the locals, 'Why are you
People so gloomy, gone is all chinks of even
A smallest shot of mirth from your faces?
'We are cursed! ' returned one of the man
In the manner harsh, further he intoned
'Lost is our hope for we committed a sin
That cost us our fortune, We did injustice
upon this land, as a result one man cursed us
To remain in state of gloom forever.
Since then we always sob, Wishing
We had done things right....'
Last sigh was a point, never thought
Clearly, A town stricken by curse
Injustice prevailed there, what followed
Then astounded me
Disciples of Inequity rule the world
A smaller land done for this crime?
Surely Lord's retribution is swift
Never doubt its tenacity, however
Dubious it may sound to
People who never believe in its truth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely narrative poem, well articulated and insightfully penned with conviction. A nice piece of poetry depicting the devastating effects of Karma. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
Thank you Sir :)