Kisa hai vo zakhm insaan ka
jo usay janoon main bhar deta hai
aur vo apna murga marti hui murgi ko
maarnay k liyay khol deta hai
Kya janoon chaD aata hai insaan par
jab vo do baar garden tootay huay parindo ko
apnay bachay k saamnay haath main lay kar
uski garden maroD deta hai
-to be continued
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What Make a Man
Geffrey Davis
what kind of wound make a man
set his favorite rooster loose
on a dying henwhat make the man
snap the neck of that twice-broken bird
before his child's eyeswhat make him see
the bad idea after the fact—what open him
like a stormwhat make a man refuse
to ask forgivenesswhat make him offer
the sudden softness of his voice instead
what get the man loadedwhat make him choose
to carry the small brightness of his child's body
through the cold sleeping city—no—
what make a man decide to drift the roads anyway
so his child stay warm in the front seat
what make him park the car two blocks away—
what arms filled and humming you are my sun-
shine each dark step of the way home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem