My friend who was abducted by an armed group
Has come to see me smiling
With the face covered by shyness.
‘How did you come', I asked him.
Again, he covered his face with shy.
‘I did not go anywhere. I am here itself ‘, said, he.
‘Yet, I only see you today ‘, said I.
‘I heard that you were made offered at the alter
As the scapegoat.
I did not see even your dead body'
He did not tell anything, being silent.
Again I asked him
‘How did you come from there'
Then he started crying, weeping,
And telling, ‘I am still disappeared. yet
I am alive with you'
I waked up and see that I am on my bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dear poet i think you were explained a dream it is a nice poem
I must thank you sir for the comment