Leeban Osman Poet Romanticism

Silence of the Horn

The wailing horn cries out not for the kings of distant lands
But for the children who have forgotten his music. 
Like the soft belly of a camel
The warms sands of my home creep 
between the toes of my feet. 
The hills rise and roll over,
 beckoning the clouds for moisture. 
Empty riverbeds crisscross the valleys, 
dried over time by sand, wind, and man 
Once darkness rises
 lovers come to meet under the galool,
Like song birds of the morning 
they entice one another with sweet songs and fragrance 
In the distance the lonely hyena wanders, 
Calling out for his clan in low bellows 
The young know to stay close to their mother’s breast, 
For the king patrols the darkened earth  
And with a smile flashes death, but life as well
For lions are also mothers  
The winds sweep over the land,
 bringing with them the smell of rain and salt 
Under the deserts lie ancient kingdoms forgotten by time
Dynasties thousands of years old, 
ended by swift cavalry and drought 
Though the rains have not come yet we shall still sing and dance 
With every heavy step and beat of the drum old empires shall rise, 
Every string plucked on the kabaan, 
shall be a melody so sweet
 even the bees won’t be able resist its pull
Until all of our family returns to their mother’s home.

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