Raf Raf is crying.
Every dawn it rains.
When silence seems to heal
All our eternal pain.
Waking up with a dream to forget
Once you touch the ground again.
But you keep walking,
Walking forward to look back again.
Raf Raf is crying.
And what else a mother would do
When she no longer knows
The path her children chose.
Yesterday was a lie;
Yesterday was painful.
We need to see the signs
act upon and relieve the burden
Raf Raf is crying.
I'm trying to wipe the tears away.
So much irony that is -
When I try - my tears also sway.
Seems like inspired by this beautiful rany season, i loved the images esp that one relating to the image of motherhood when said: Raf Raf is crying. And what else a mother would do When she no longer knows The path her children chose. but what is it RAF RAF what have you meant of it, did you mean the way rain falls
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm glad you liked it :) sorry I was supposed to mention that in a note. Raf Raf is my hometown; it should be clearer now. thank you :)