Samedi 23 mai 2009
IN THE YEAR 5000
Photo : Ihsanyar
http://groups.msn.com/AhmadShahMassoud
Thousands of years ago,
there was a land,
located in the centre of Asia,
where mountains were high
and weather was perfume-like.
Nights were starry,
that made hunger of poets insatiable
and the day sky was so blue
that emitted bunches of hope in the atmosphere.
The winter was cold.. but white.
The summer was hot.. but fruitful..
The fall was so colourful,
that wondered any artist.
The spring was celebrated by the singing of birds,
the budding of flowers,
and the freshness of air,
that awakened any entity who underwent the winter sleep.
The flowing of rivers was from their joy
and the shivering of tall trees was from their dancing by the music of wind.
Ground was rich from minerals..
from the rare uranium to the glittering emerald were to be found..
A heaven-like gift of mother nature.
But.. it all turned into a hell
when the mammoths of that era heard of its beauty, purity, richness and its heart-like-position.
Then the winy weather got thickened by explosive gases,
the seducing sky became a scary and ruining roof,
that began to emit bombs of desperation.
The winter got so cold that thousands of people got frozen,
the summer experienced barrenness and waterlessness,
the fall leaves looked so awkward and smelled so unpleasantly,
the spring.. it vanished forever!
The flowing of rivers was from their fleeing,
the shaking of the tall trees was from their instability,
and the ground got excavated.. and bought a pleasant wine
for the night parties of the bloodthirsty mammoths.
A hell-like gift of the rich to the poor.
there was a land,
located in the centre of Asia,
where mountains were high
and weather was perfume-like.
Nights were starry,
that made hunger of poets insatiable
and the day sky was so blue
that emitted bunches of hope in the atmosphere.
The winter was cold.. but white.
The summer was hot.. but fruitful..
The fall was so colourful,
that wondered any artist.
The spring was celebrated by the singing of birds,
the budding of flowers,
and the freshness of air,
that awakened any entity who underwent the winter sleep.
The flowing of rivers was from their joy
and the shivering of tall trees was from their dancing by the music of wind.
Ground was rich from minerals..
from the rare uranium to the glittering emerald were to be found..
A heaven-like gift of mother nature.
But.. it all turned into a hell
when the mammoths of that era heard of its beauty, purity, richness and its heart-like-position.
Then the winy weather got thickened by explosive gases,
the seducing sky became a scary and ruining roof,
that began to emit bombs of desperation.
The winter got so cold that thousands of people got frozen,
the summer experienced barrenness and waterlessness,
the fall leaves looked so awkward and smelled so unpleasantly,
the spring.. it vanished forever!
The flowing of rivers was from their fleeing,
the shaking of the tall trees was from their instability,
and the ground got excavated.. and bought a pleasant wine
for the night parties of the bloodthirsty mammoths.
A hell-like gift of the rich to the poor.
KAWA KERAMI
Par Monia
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Publié dans : POESIE/POETRY
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