In Jordan in a refugee camp,
An orphaned baby child wipes off
Tears of her widowed mother.
Where, another baby child on a broken chair, wails for his missing brother.
A good attempt in the chapter of war, B. K. L. You may like to read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
War always leaves tears and pain......very heart touching one