Poems of Nighat Sahiba

A Peace Poem You kill people in front of me, I mourn And people kill you infront of me, I mourn; You kill people for them, they celebrate And people kill you for them, they celebrate; The “I’s “are only few: scattered, tired and shrinking, The “they’s”are many: united, energetic and expanding. (Poem and translation by: Nighat Sahiba)   Barren Land “A barren land you are,” you said, “yielding nothing!” Oceans welled up in my eyes The drop that remained concealed, turned into a pearl And the drop that found…

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