Within the confines of
my room
In the comfort of my bed
Enveloped in a quilt
I listen with fascination
as The BBC World Service
transports me to distant
wars and conflicts
or peoples individual
pain and varied experiences
Then, before drifting off to sleep
I never fail to thank my lucky stars
that a Country like Britain has
afforded me sanctuary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have enjoyed the magic of the World Service myself.........well written, Nayyar