Revival
Like old days in Makab
Not on floor; round table
One reads and, we repeat
Ojibway, not Koran
Flat faced, bony cheeks
Almond eyes and pony
But not all; with hybrids
Blue eyed, white skin
None knows tongue
I’ve joined the reviving
Both happy and raging
Like a bull, Buffalo
Yet happy
His birthday
My gift was?
Noon Sangak and Taftoon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write. Lovely poem.