I: Part 3

I am a well that has dried up –
the thirsty returns with thirst.

I am a pen with a broken nib –
the writer returns without words.

I am a sea with no fishes –
the fishermen cast their nets in vain.

I am a field which refuses to produce –
the hungry farmers pray for rain.

I am a mother without a child –
her knitted sweater gathering mites.

I am a famished child with no blood –
the mosquitoes do not trust their bites.

I am a night with no stars –
the astronomers cannot calculate.

I am a palm with no lines –
the astrologers cannot talk about fate.

I am a nest without eggs –
all the birds have flown away.

I am a sea roaring with storm –
the sailors have lost their way.

 

 

 

 

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