The next world war..

We were fastened by the heart of the cactus...

The love which flourished,
unsparingly,
by the thorns of hauteur,...
hiding a world....

The gestation, insulted,
and overthrown,
in a forest riot...

The last gulp given,
to the one victimized
to the sweltering sand granules...
Now, to say the truth,
This heart wrung by the desert,

may be,
will decide our next world war....

Translated by Deepa Chandran Ram