I am scared today
To read the newspapers
Fed
up to see the scenes
That
are not in the dictionary of cruelty
New born babies lay in the pool of blood
Like
wingless termites
The
pigeon had lost its wings
And
the leaves of olive disappeared somewhere
It
is not kite that flies in the sky
It is bombs and missiles
Babies!! They are not drinking
Their mother’s milk
Mothers’ chest is bleeding by gun shots
They have no toys to play
Playing with the left out missiles and gun
pieces
The nights are sleepless with the feared eyes
That are waiting for the din of death
Hey dear people,
Who
had embraced by death,
You are not just dead bodies….
You are the real martyrs who leave their
life
For the pride of a homeland
Dear Gazza,
Please forgive
Even if it is not forgivable
The whole world is rising
Their hands for you Gaza,
I
can hear the footsteps of freedom
The ultimate day of freedom will come
And destroy the fibre wall of slavery
Built by the devils
One day the freedom flag will be held
In the soil of blood and coffins
That day the child martyrs will appear
As small stars....
They will sing, dance
And salutes the flag of freedom
And says -Oh Gazza ! You Never Die....
(Note : It is the translation of my poem
– ഓ ഗസ്സാ, നീ
ക്ഷമിക്കൂ. Hearty thanks to my well-wisher who did her
great work)
