When spring comes <br />Flowers wave along the walls <br />Happiness and joys come <br />To our deserted village <br />For years we wait to recover <br />The wounds that burn <br />For years we bear <br />The scars of destruction <br />Then we are near to escape <br />The trauma of dejection <br />Suddenly everything shatters <br />A child is blown while playing <br />With untested mines <br />Another wave of grief <br />Stipple our throats <br />We return to our past <br />To migrate to a shelter <br />Where we find wounds <br />Blood, cuts and burns <br />Mad cries we hear <br />Another wave of grief <br />Stains our history <br />We learn a new lesson <br />Of hard struggle and survival <br />The game of life and death <br />We cannot clear our memory <br />And still another scar <br />Betrays our minds <br />When we are near to forget <br />Then someone again remind us <br />Of the terrible past <br />We think people cannot bear <br />Our happiness and joys <br />They amaze themselves <br />By making us poor and migrant <br />By making us slaves and terrorists<br /><br />Abdul Sattar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-wave-of-grief-from-a-story-in-the-news-a/
