Hadaa Sendoo
(Mongolia)

email :
hadaa_takhi@yahoo.com


Nomad

In the flaming Gobi
Welcome the last day of golden fall
Herdsman draws camel to tracking
And along a hound
Is their journey distant from my trip?

Boundless Gobi joins to the sky
On the tallest humps
becomes a Mongolian yurt
My eyes dazzle as in this
Mongolian Plateau
Green nice Empire in my soul
never fell down
Isnít the pure white Mongolian yurt
my last real home?

A snow scene

One morning
Snow falling
On the street, trees, face
Iíll be 40 years old
Now I am anemic
Still to write poems
Until a latest day
Like Van Gogh
Take sunflower
To sow the seeds
Across
the whole world!
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(Published in Kafla Intercontinental - Jan-April 2013)