Hey! That boasting new year has come again
And I hear a rare bird-song from a tree-top.
'My little ones sleep in the nest quietly
But they are scared of bombings.
Please try to stop at least in this leap year.
My birthday falls on February twenty ninth
And I celebrate once in four years.
Leave all the rubbish weapons aside that kill the humanity.
I invite you all without any hesitation,
Sir, I hope that you bring the true peace for my humble party.'
* Do they come for the party?
Your songbird is lovely. I hope that somewhere, somone in this world is listening. Take care, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your songbird sings her plea with great beauty and perfect pitch. May the fierce warlords answer her kindly. A peaceful poem, written with angst. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥