Bijay Kant Dubey
A Small Syrian Daughter Saw I So Lovely But In Tears - Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
A small Syrian daughter
A small girl
A refugee shelterless
As for diplomacy and fanaticism,
Oh, the pain so heavy
Upon the heart!
A small Syrian daughter,
Take it for as my own daughter
Reared and brought up,
Think you just for the time being,
I here, but my daughter in pains,
How can it be?
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