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Lonesome path

Lonesome path

I ran, leaving my toys behind

They have shot my friends

And I couldn’t say goodbye

I couldn’t stay;

Where I used to sing my proud anthem

I couldn’t get my memories packed

So, I left them in fright

Where they became wreckage

Besides the broken graves of antecedents

Praying upon their souls

Where everything became a sad story to tell

I was abandoned

with only my heart to hold

Where I cry and call for my mother

That I remember I have seen;

Motionlessly Laying

When I turned my head in a hurry; weeping

It has been ten years now

And I still call for mother and father

A memory of my brother and sister

In the wrong land;

Where they have welcomed our divided love

And our future became an orphanage

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Comments

Tim Truzy from U.S.A. on May 17, 2019:

Beautiful poetry. The striking aspect of this poem is that it resonates with the inner child of every adult who has seen troubles. That's what makes this work art - it's universally appealing. Respectfully, Tim

Yasmeen Ghazal (author) from Amman on May 12, 2019:

Thank you for your supporting comment, Eman!

Eman Abdallah Kamel from Egypt on May 12, 2019:

A wonderful poem, Yasmin. No one likes wars. I hope that everyone lives in peace.

Lorna Lamon on April 19, 2019:

This is a very touching poem and one which speaks of much loss and suffering. If I could wish for anything it would be for peace on this earth.