Whistles of Diaspora
Dom Kafle/ Australia
Before the world so wide, fair and dear
Lucent were words our hidden in fear.
We here from, are touching the world in our words
We here from, are pursuing mission of our words
Of the reasons, truth and lies and no mercies of rage
Of the silence, love and hatred, beauties and the age
In our whistles of Diaspora, we whistle here from Diaspora
We drain the poverty in our lines of a song
We paint the riches in our lines of a song
We whistle pleasantries and romances too
We whistle outcries and torments of no hue
In our whistles of Diaspora, we whistle here from Diaspora.
About losses and sorrows, our pains of stories of our times
Happiness, joys, and bliss that bloomed in our golden climes,
.Myriad of hopes nurturing in the buoyant aspirations we move
Strength we are recollecting, dreams we are hence mastering to move.
In our whistles of Diaspora, we whistle here from Diaspora.
[26/09/2009]
Very splindid work both in sense and form.
so fine piece of art of yours.