Let not tomorrow be
The solar plexus of sorrow.
There must be answers
To strife causing poverty
And the crisis of refugees.
Let us learn to speak to each other
To answer these needs
Or the seeds of sorrow
May spread like soot
And blacken our own tomorrows.
It was inspired by a young poet from your own country., Tapan. He wrote a poem called Poverty and I found it very moving. I'll have a look at one or two of yours now and look up his full name. Worth reading. Tom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Verily, there are answers and solutions and we as humans should find it Loved reading and commenting
Thank you, Abdulrazak. If we listened more to each other, the world might find peace.