guzra waqt
patjaD k pattoN ki sar sar main
billiaN aa laiteeN saath saath porch pe
neendh bhar aaee unki aankhon main
taaroN se bharay
gehray neelay akaash main
chaandani main
main dekhti hoon
dadda daddi ka jhala ghar
yudh main
sunti hoon tar-taranay tailaab main
patton ka naach ho raha hai
main hoon kisi khwaab main
dheeray dheeray
main paunch jaati hoon
kaalay chamkeelay bvish kaal main.
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The Past
Poem by Anna Banasiak
the rustle of autumn leaves
lulled cats
cuddled on the porch
under the dark blue sky
full of stars
in the moonlight
I see parents
grandparents' house
burnt by war
listened to the croaking in the pond
the dance of leaves
dreamy
slowly I find myself
in the dark and bright
future
-Anna Banasiak
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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