Vast stretches of land
Arid…barren…parched
It’s been raining for years
Yet there’s no greenery
The water flowing perennially
Witnessing life and death
War and loss
Plot and conspiracy…
Responding to warmth is impossible
The chill inside has frozen the emotional flow
The scorching heat
Enlarges the burden of anxiety..
The alien land stretches on…and on…and on…………..!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem