A tempest there it happens
The little one's cry hears
The humble home lost for ever
The hard earned belongings
All lost in the tempest
At least a space to live in
A future there to aspire
Only better hopes can be saved
Within the heaps of clothes there.
Wars makes humans untold suffering
Still wars makes people to suffer
Knowing well the casualty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem