This is the first time I try to make a poem. I hope I am not too far away.
The bells are ringing
calling closed doors to open
the child does not want milk
tears won't dry
The bells are ringing
Many of them are afraid
Nights are long
The cry of that child is so loud
They want survival, who cares?
The bells are ringing
hungry birds fly helplessly
in the cloudy sky
The space is not enough
Weak wings stop to flutter
The bells are ringing
Tears are still dropping
But their shouts still linger
In that cloudy sky
The widows sing silently and
The bells are ringing
Comments
It's because you are a good person. I am really happy to hear that. It's my first attempt on poems. I have never tried them before. I thought in reflecting our suffering and our deteriorating condition. Look at the body of our Arabic and Islamic world. Thank you, Shadow!
Asante sana Molemane! Thank for your precious time. I really appreciate your comment.
Wonderful poem dear Dara thanks for sharing
Thanks, Ilkin for pressing the like button!
Tumarai merhbani Hina! Bahut shukriya! Thanks for your nice comment!
Ap sahih bola, bilkul Ikram. Those countries are part of it, my dear good friend. That what push me to write that poem although I do not know anything about poetry. Thank you, Ikram for your exact comment.
Sayangnya, itu yakin Fitma. Our Arabic world is full of fire and destruction. You look at any one of us, I mean any Arab country, and you will witness that with the exception of some countries though these countries have their own war. The crying of that child is just a symbol for many thousand ones. I hope this will soon come to an end. Thanks, Fitma for your comment!
I feel this poem situation of the Muslims in syria and palestine. God bless them and give us the chance to to fight against isreal. (ameen)
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