Everyday I hear,
One more bird disappeared.
In my beautiful garden
Every bird is feared.
The garden once beautiful.
Is now almost withered.
No breeze and no water,
No music is to be heard.
Nightingales are silent.
Doves and pigeons missing.
Every falcon is shot.
Everywhere is heard hissing.
Kites and vultures hover.
Pigs and wolves wander.
Shepherds fight one another.
Sheep can't survive longer.
The gardeners turned robbers
And the garden is ablaze.
No fire brigade arrives.
Closed are all waterways.
Come swallows come again
Come to save this holy home
To destroy the big caravan
Fill your beaks with loam
You too,my sulky love.
Come fast to hold my hand.
Life is very short.
We are guests on Land.
Come now to hug me tight
Resolve thus our love-knot
I am not to live for ever
Why do you understand not?
Revisit those old parks
Restart fun and reveries
Before we breathe our last
Relive those old memories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem