(The Fourth Largest Sea in the World is now considered to be the Worst Man-Made Environmental Disaster)
My eyes are tired
Of this hopelessness
Seeing all my drying breasts
Covered with salty crystal grains
My ears are clogged with broken dreams.
My arms are wrecked
From abusive desires of men
I couldn’t embrace those sunken ships
All left with my despaired pair of legs
My heart is bleeding bloodless tears.
My feet are injured.
I cannot amble far across my world
My whispering waves are wasted and wounded
Romantic reflections are cold and dead
My lips are fastened so weep can’t be heard.
My hair is like filthy falling leaves
Drenched through this oil-filled field
The blissful breezes now replaced
By impure detrimental weary wind
My chest is pressed with plodding death.
The beauty once I proudly hold
Is almost fading day by day
I miss my intimate cruising boat
Upon kissing my virgin glittering skin
My blue soul bestowed by neighboring skies.
NOW ALMOST DIM, DULL AND DEAD...
I am crying every second of everyday
I am screaming every season changed
I am praying for longer surviving years
To live with smiles and hopes and cares.
I WAS THE PROUD AND BEAUTIFUL ARAL SEA
THEY STOLE ALL and NOTHING WAS LEFT FOR ME.
EXCEPT EVERY PICTURESQUE MEMORY…