They accuse us of terrorism and label us as anti national
When we venture to write about the pains of our people
About the people that are searching for the lost identity
About a land that no longer has a place on the world map
About a land that has nothing left of its beauty...
...for which a poet wrote a verse:
'If there is a paradise on the face of earth,
That is here, that is here, and that is here! '
About a land that has nothing in its horizons...
...of love, peace, security, sovereignty and freedom
About a land where pens are broken...
...and tongues are stitched in order to forbid its writers...
...from telling their story to the world outside
About a land where birds are not allowed to sing...
...the songs about their favourite themes
About a land where writers out of horror use invisible ink...
......to write elegy and eulogy about their heroes and heroines.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem