In the name of God!
Perhaps some day the sun will shine again,
And we shall see that still the skies are blue
Above the West Gate
That you went through
And was never seen again
So we are bereft of you…
And may live in vain, forever
Perhaps the rescue team will find you alive
Give you water and shelter you to safety
The brave men and women
That have put lives on line
To bring you back home
In one piece
Perhaps the sun will shimmer bright tomorrow,
Over the billowing smoke at Gate in the Waste
From where we wonder whether your saintly soul
Is here or gone
With every deafening explosion
Of fierce guns and consuming fire
You did attend the cookery competition
At the Gate in the West, right?
So how did you end up in a mound of the lifeless?
You promised to bring a winning prize home, right?
Or did you loose?
But why did you not come back home
To mama to console you?
Angel
Even in a fierce quarrel of guns
Such horrific mangle of humanity and rubbles
Your resilient spirit gives us
HOPE and FORtitude
‘But though kind time may many joys renew
There is one greatest joy we shall not know
Again, because our heart for loss of You’
Senselessly in the hands of
Heartless cowards
Pushing an imprudent agenda
In the name of God
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem