My kids ask me, 'O dad,
Why don't we have home?
Why do we, like gypsies,
From place to place roam?
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Perhaps you already know about the project but I've heard wind of a collaborated ebook with a theme of refugees. This would be a perfect contribution. I don't have much information on how submitting it for consideration works, but I'll send this along to Kelly Kurt. He has more details. Meaningful write Sayeed. Well done
Children ask me- - - See birds fly before night They come back in nest Only we have no home On earth to take rest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - How do I tell them the rich robbers of earth like dragons have swallowed the place of my birth- - - - - - -A touching poem drawing attention to the plight of hapless refugees.
Thanks. didi. I was awaiting your comment. Thanks.