*
It was during a month:
the September dawn
My attention was entirely being drawn
The neck of a desert donkey is strained
After pulling the strong cart remained
Along the sand dunes of the desert land
Carrying the debris of soldiers beyond;
their dead bodies dried by many days
and unable to wrap in any other ways,
their last requests dying unaccomplished.
It was during a month:
The December dusk,
My thought was entirely on the mask
the clouds were made of ashes and rain;
the earth pregnant with its body pain
Is war bringing us any further gain
*
By Williamsji Maveli
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 11:33 PM UTC
*
It was during a month:
the September dawn
My attention was entirely being drawn
The neck of a desert donkey is strained
After pulling the strong cart remained
Along the sand dunes of the desert land
Carrying the debris of soldiers beyond;
their dead bodies dried by many days
and unable to wrap in any other ways,
their last requests dying unaccomplished.
It was during a month:
The December dusk,
My thought was entirely on the mask
the clouds were made of ashes and rain;
the earth pregnant with its body pain
Is war bringing us any further gain
*
By Williamsji Maveli
From the Anthology of lyrics, both in English & Malayalam ( bilingual, translated by the author) and titled as
"Ma Salama….......", (Arabic word which means “With peace...”) written
by Williams George Maveli. ( Williamsji Maveli )
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