My kids ask me, 'O dad,
Why don't we have home?
Why do we, like gypsies,
From place to place roam?
See, birds fly; before night
They come back in nest;
Only we have no home
On earth to take rest.'
How do I tell my kids:
One day I too had
A country; when I remember
It, I feel so sad!
How do I tell them: the
Rich robbers of earth,
Like dragons, have swallowed
The place of my birth?
They come in the name of
Democracy; so
We salute them, because
To democracy, who can say ‘No'?
Perhaps you already know about the project but I've heard wind of a collaborated ebook with a theme of refugees. This would be a perfect contribution. I don't have much information on how submitting it for consideration works, but I'll send this along to Kelly Kurt. He has more details. Meaningful write Sayeed. Well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Children ask me- - - See birds fly before night They come back in nest Only we have no home On earth to take rest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - How do I tell them the rich robbers of earth like dragons have swallowed the place of my birth- - - - - - -A touching poem drawing attention to the plight of hapless refugees.
Thanks. didi. I was awaiting your comment. Thanks.