POEM
Malady
A humble tree atop the mountain,
Under scorching rays
In endless dire days;
It is longing for a fountain
A fountain of freedom and peace
Praying to taste a drink of ease,
Under scorching rays
In endless dire days
Against uprooting vicious wind,
Laboriously, clinging to the ground,
To its faith, belief and pious mind,
Saying prayers ‘til they resound
The humble tree, fully scorched and blown,
Dwindling away,
Day after day;
On arid land, it’s left alone;
It’s longing to be quenched with peace,
Praying to taste a drink of ease,
Under scorching rays
In endless dire days.
By Nawl Lian
Under scorching rays
In endless dire days;
It is longing for a fountain
A fountain of freedom and peace
Praying to taste a drink of ease,
Under scorching rays
In endless dire days
Against uprooting vicious wind,
Laboriously, clinging to the ground,
To its faith, belief and pious mind,
Saying prayers ‘til they resound
The humble tree, fully scorched and blown,
Dwindling away,
Day after day;
On arid land, it’s left alone;
It’s longing to be quenched with peace,
Praying to taste a drink of ease,
Under scorching rays
In endless dire days.
By Nawl Lian