On the edge of darkness
A desert flower is scolded and burnt.
And a palm leaf is torn apart,
By a living, breeding, blue macaw's claw.
It is their crucifix.
This thuggish world
It delights in their-
Immovable situation
They even build defences to survive.
And shield themselves to sustain
Their agony's crucifixion.
But deep down their roots offer endless hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem