For whom write I
The poem,
For whom
The story,
The drama
And the novel,
But none came forward
So far
To adopt her,
None talked about
Stopping the war
At world fora,
Snatching happiness
From her,
Ravaging her dreams
And imagination,
Ravishing her completely,
Oh,
Oh,
Ah, that refugee girl
Daughter-like!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem