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Fathers and Sons of Gaza
He does not look at the child in his arms
he looks only ahead, his feet fly
at the spur of worry, does a child
weigh less when it loses playfulness?
he does not look at the child in his arms
The stagger of his run make the limbs
of the child sway, giving a semblance
of breathing, his arms tighten to keep
the pieces from falling, he searches
for succor in the eyes of other men
he meets only quiet hopelessness
sitting on rubble of erstwhile homes.
he looks only ahead, his feet fly
at the spur of worry, does a child
weigh less when it loses playfulness?
he does not look at the child in his arms
The stagger of his run make the limbs
of the child sway, giving a semblance
of breathing, his arms tighten to keep
the pieces from falling, he searches
for succor in the eyes of other men
he meets only quiet hopelessness
sitting on rubble of erstwhile homes.
Published 24th Dec 2023
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28th Dec 2023 7:32pm
How upside-down everything has become. Amidst the bloodstained rubble and despair, your poem rises with strength no greater than a flower, but still it rises from darkness into the light.
You remain an inspiration to me.
You remain an inspiration to me.
Thanks for the compliment. But more importantly, happy to see you again. You weren’t replying to email messages. was worried about you, my friend.
