Who can, for us
fetch a Sun new
to rise in the East
with rays golden
through a window
that'd awaken our babies
with eyes shut, yet
dreams unhurt?
Who can render
in these eyes dry,
like the rainless sand-
a couple of nights
with fearless sleep
for slum dwellers
without an inch of land?
So many unanswered question that keeps pondering over at times.Nice theme.
Sun will now not rise again in the East it will remain sunk for ever under the weight of the greedy bastards who have plundered the earth and people...
Few things in life are uncertain and never can be answered.. Well penned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem. Poetic queries and I enjoyed the baby part. Kudos. Soo nice to read from u again. Pls do review comment my latest poem too, titled, saints and sinners/ordinary folks