(13 May 1977 / Swabi)

Homeless

When I was a child
Just after one year in school
I read a lesson “ My Sweet Home”
There was a beautiful lawn
Flowers were shining in the dawn
There were five rooms neat and clean
One kitchen, dining and bedrooms
Happiness, health was every where
Everything was for all to share
Coming back to my home
Raising eyes towards dome
I found another world
This world was different at all
I asked my father if it is our home
He answered my son you are so small
The whole world is your home
The rivers, the stars, the oceans
The east, the west, the Egypt, the Rome
The past, the present, the future is yours
No hurdles can stop you, no emotions

I asked my father but where is my home?
He stopped, the shining eyes never answered
Perhaps they know no tears at all
The question remained, silence thundered
He thought but all were perished
The struggle was there having no fruits
The dad, grand pa, all had done
The planting was there with no roots
My own self in struggle to search out
My sweet home is stolen from my sight

by Abdul Sattar

Comments (2)

He answered my son you are so small The whole world is your home The rivers, the stars, the oceans The east, the west, the Egypt, the Rome The past, the present, the future is yours No hurdles can stop you, no emotions WHAT POWERFUL AND BEUTIFUL WORDS, YOU HAVE SUCH A GRACE ABOUT YOUR WORK, WELL DONE MY FRIEND, LOVE duncan X
Enjoy your wisdom, if the whole world would just believ.] Your thoughts are also mine Charles garcia