A troop of horse artillery
passed by the post
we are standing here
for a way out and shout.
Yes I have seen valour
in the arms of the warriors
fire in their eyes
the swift feet of the horses
untamed
rushed straight in to
the dense forest.
The forest around
blocks our way across
long since eternity.
With the fog and clouds
we are blinded.
Everytime our futule trial
bounced and bounced
and we are fixed here undone.
Where went the warriors!
Will not they come back
with a way out!
Or turn yet another forest
all around! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a great poem! wars are curse on the boon of the nature. beatiful personification!
Thanks dear poet for your kind words and inspiration.