Poems
A Walk To My Home Town
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It's a short story which is being told by a lady visiting her home town for the first time...!!!
I wasn’t born there,
When I was a kid,
I wasn’t born there,
nor have gone there
but yes I know,
great history of my town
my home town!
When I was a kid,
he fulfilled my wish
now with his last breathe
he told me his wish…
To bury him in his town
town with the soil he came from
With terror,
I left my country to fulfill his wish
with moist eyes i waved my daughter a kiss…
As I reached the place
I saw a colossal of mud,
mud of red color
probably the reason was
color of the liquid
running in every body…
I waved a hand to a little kid sitting there
God knew if he cared!
He looked at me unemotionally
his face showing scars,
may be, his cloven foot aching so far
I asked about his parents
he with rough look
took away his eyes
his eyes annoyed at my question was deep enough
My father died in war
A war of unknown
“A Persian “soldier” died
fighting for “Persia”
“for” the people of “Persia”
“with” the people of “Persia”
that’s what my mother said
We don’t have food to eat
still my mom call him warrior
still I couldn’t understand
why the war isn’t over?
My eyes filled with tears
for the innocence of that child
my terror of IS vanished at that time
and my fleshy body lost its significance…
These scars are engraving in history
like a bad sculptor sculpturing a sculpt
it’s the way a dark and deep wound will remain
will remain in the hearts of my people…
I feel helpless
for those little hands,
for that prolonged suffering
for those dying stomach…
Those devils are ruthless
ruthless for their own land
it’s like chiseling a masterpiece
just to ensure that it will shatter
shatter because you don’t like it the way it is…
Humanity is losing its importance
that’s what I saw
it’s the way I remember
A walk to my Home town!
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