paris................
o paris................
Y paris................
the patience, eating the happiness
the pain, eating the patience
and the pain, eating the pain
I AM SICK, paris
treat me, sister
paris................
o paris................
Y paris................
exile, on my papers
restrained, ..
in my lines
so free me, paris
treat me, paris
I BELONG TO YOU, ..
sister
my home, the colours of MONET
my room, is a water flower
my air..
is the scent of FRANCE
and my refuge..
is a place by RENOIR shrine
so take me paris..
as your..
renoirian..
REFUGEE.
i'm more touched by the refugee predicament reflected in the poem...the emotion determines the style in this case quite secondary!
o paris................ Y paris................ the patience, eating the happiness the pain, eating the patience and the pain, eating the pain I AM SICK, paris treat me, sister paris................ o paris................ Y paris................ exile, on my papers restrained, ..
There is so much pain where you live Ahmed, peace is so illusive and I feel so sad for those caught in the crossfire.
'Tis a wonderful poem! ! ! I like this one: : Oh, all refugee birds Make your nests On the top of My peepul tree As I'm alone In this land With no cmpanioin On my branches and nor have I here a root of pedigree My leaves are silent They lost their murmur Strech your wings Under its shadow So my soul will awake By the fllutter of your words! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this write, 'tis an excellent poem! ! ! Oh, refugee birds Make a nest On top of My peepul tree As I'm a tree A Refugee tree With no companion In my branches Or nor have I a root of pedigree