Behold there, a Somalian child is standing upon dry hard rocks.
Its two eyes glitter like a rough diamond, parched, bleak and dark.
Its belly exhibits the fragile bony ribs and silently mocks
The phony Art that seeks phony beauty even in wounded scar-mark.
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truly Osman your words truly touched my soul...your poem reflects your concern and have raised a very important issue that is suffered by the somalians... i truly loved it and your poem has encouraged me to google on the ordeals the somalians face... Hats off to you..Keep it up
Thanks Arfa for commenting and understanding the situation. Really, the situation is very grave indeed. Thanks again. :)
the turmoil of sumalians is described in a very very appropriate way...... very very touchy piece......... too good.......... it didnt only touched my heart........ it even made a place in ma heart..........
Thanks a lot, Sharmin. I am happy to know that you have got the message within this poem and I feel my poem has succeeded in its goal. Thanks for your appreciation and support.