Don’t Blame This Year’s Drought Season | Nguyen Thanh Hai | Vietnam Poet

Nguyen Thanh Hai

Don’t blame this year’s season for the drought

Maybe not green this season, there are many other seasons to be green

Think of war without gunfire but too much isolation

If possible, please give a good prayer for the losses out there

 

You see, the Buddha’s hand is like a Buddha’s hand

It’s a symbol of holding, but giving up

Think about the autumn leaves that have just fallen

How long does it take to make a fall

 

However, I started to panic because I could not dry the sadness of exposure

Somewhere, moss has begun to grow

Dead children want to fly kites in the empty fields

Someone has gone

And you can no longer return

 

What country does not want peace?

World – The village these days is like a

Who wants to put someone to be the peg

Each number is human life!

 

Well, don’t blame this year’s season for the drought

May not be green this season, there are many other seasons to be green

From arid, salty, the Covid has no place to land

You see, is the sun an excuse to come down to our village…

 

_____________________________________________________

Read More:

Is the plain a nest? | Nguyen Thanh Hai | Vietnam Poet

Hey baby, is the Plain a nest

Life is like a river

We’ve been together for a quarter of a century

Now come back, I want to make the sound of birds to stay somewhere to see all the silhouettes of the fields

Ah, the country river, oh, where does the country river flow?

Is the river dry and then the river full?

Do the Delta people ever forget their footprints on the riverside?

The feeling is still the same as when the world opened

Hey baby, do you see the crow’s nest next to the starling tree?

The golden straws also want to speak instead of the cotton and melon

Love small boats, life is too big to buy and sell

Which tree is hanging upside down in the traders up and down the river?

Is the Plain a nest

Us, the birds of the sky, fly away

I finally realized that nothing reminds me closer to home

After a hundred falls in the afternoon and then return to a peaceful place…

 

 

Read More From Nguyen Thanh Hai:

Or rain’s own tears | Nguyen Thanh Hai

 

 

 

Follow Offline Thinker on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. You can send us your writings at connect.offlinethinker@gmail.com

Facebook Comments
Poetry book published: Bowing to pick up the waves (2013); Season with open arms to forgive the return (2020); Tears do not lighten the twilight sky (2020) ... and many works printed in domestic and foreign newspapers and magazines such as: Poetry translated into English, Serbian, Uzbekistan, Mexico

YOU MAY ALSO LIKE

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *