Honey

Sunday, 13 July 2014

For Muslims of Gaza Poem: O my little daughter...


O my little daughter
don't cry
we have no time
even to heave a sigh
look
your father has come home after a long fight
his eyes are swollen coz of bullet's light
look
your brother and my boy
is taking his last breath
giving me shock more than macbeth
O my little daughter
don't cry
we have no time
even to heave a sigh
forget all your butterflies
and leave all your toys
we have to say so many dears
good bye !!!