In fields of strife, where armies clash and part,
people wander around having torn from their heart
like birds without nests, they roam and seek,
a shelter from the storm, a place to speak.
their bellies empty, their spirits low,
they search for sustenance, as the sun does glow
but like the birds, they find no rest,
their bodies weary, their souls oppressed
and their children cry, their elders fade,
their hope is lost, their future afraid.
Yet still they search, with hearts so true,
for a place to call their own, anew
as birds without nests, they wander wide,
their dreams of home, their souls' inside.
but still they search, with steadfast will,
for a place to lay their heads, to still.
I enjoyed reading this stirring and poignant poem. Well composed and powerful.
Full marks for this insightful poem, dear Asim ji. And to my favourite
A search for the nest, a place to rest, however weary you still go on. Beautifully penned. A ray of hope never dies.
So sadly but so beautifully writtee.1 It is always the innocent birds that pay the highest price in all wars. Only the leaders that provoke wars should be involved, , Highest marks for this then the cowasards would make wars stop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic poem, the words associate me with the refugees in our country. True fantastic, Dr. M. Asim Nehal. TOP Marks 5 Stars! Enjoyed tremendously having read your precious words