To Kamran
A bearded poet with
a broken spear.
No tears no hopes
still walking proud.
Your sorrows I cannot understand
no words to strong to describe your fear.
Come let me hold you while you dream
of days lost and horizons crushed.
Born at the wrong hour,
fighting destiny.
Hold on poet - daylight will golden the treetops
in due time, and bring peace.
Copyright © Mukhia Deva Ruben | Year Posted 2017
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