Wednesday, September 26, 2012


My homeland
like the beautiful face
of poverty ,
in tattered clothes
like a young girl
lovely in her youth
with no pretty clothes to wear
unkempt hair
whose guardians
care not for her beauty
and her face unwashed and dirty
cannot hide the beauty of her shining eyes
and the darkness of her tresses ,
with work worn hands
yet youthful and soft
questions those who love her ...
why have you forsaken me ?

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