30/03 raped land's day..more than 60 years of occupation..many decades passed while an old lady caries her stolen home's key, wondering if this is realy what do they call civilization... a lady and a key grew old while they long to kiss that door.....to inhale that fresh air from that green land..
the green land
of birds always
said....
NO..for many traveling
and yes for one in hand
can't understand....
invasion of other's land? ?
.....................
un stable the ground
and so many and....
would you seek another....
as here
a moving sand..
it is an eagle's nest
....................
it's
for unique brand,
.from the wrong to stand
while birds are flying
and back with empty hand,
try to be the grand by leaving
other's land...
no boubt... its one of your very heart feeling poems..I can feel what you said here and all is true and perfectly true... this is what I like in pieces that you show the mirrors to the world in true sense..well done dear and best friend...100 +++
Could they ever be so ashamed to force your door at noons meal and take from your hand uninvited that which was never given freely...iip..or occupy a mind in like fashion.
''while birds are flying and back with empty hand, ''-well written poem
Sad notes described so simply, yet so deep. Thank you for sharing, ~Besa
This land is our land Before Moses and jesus Where all prophets prayed hand by hand Read the history well, No invader stayed for ever All what we need is to be one hand
The shifting sands of time will level out one day lets hope before times run out then we can you say the eagle has landed, poem with thought for man...regards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tamara, with all due respects...this is so far removed from the English language...it hurts. You are riding on the backs of Camels wilth no saddles. So many mistakes...I am always amazed at your popularity.