To That... Poem by Majid Gaggi

To that dolorous beautiful
Wounded with a broken heart
Which was captured and detained
For two years and odd
Now she ask
After the broken of handcuffs
And liberated
Where are my children
Who were born and brought up
On my land
Inhaled my fresh air
Ate form my Bounties
Drunk my fresh water
On every spot of me
Rejoiced and mourned
Is it just like that
They forgotten me and disappeared
Left and spread in the Diasporas
Is this to be their absence?
And there will be return
From their journey 'someday

Majid Gaggi